Fast-forward world?


My friend, may I ask you a question? Isn’t it sad that we accept life in the “fast lane” these days as the norm? Isn’t it even more sad that if you aren’t running the minute your feet touch the ground you might be considered unambitious, even lazy? My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.


One of the things that I miss most about growing up in the 1950’s and 1960’s was the fact that we had a different appreciation for time. We valued it, certainly, but time was such a different commodity then. My world growing up was a world of dinner around the table with everyone there. Fast foods hadn’t invaded the dinner menu yet. My Mom had spent hours of her time cooking. And when we watched a movie on TV and there were commercial interruptions. This was the time to get up and raid the refrigerator. Time seemed more in control. There were no remote controls to get us there. Life was full of pitstops, commercials, delays, and timeouts. It was a part of life. Besides, most interruptions were unavoidable. Electrical storms dimmed or put out the lights. Bias ply tires mandated a slower pace on snow-covered roads. Thawing food meant warming it up on a stove. It was a more patient walk with time in a world where there was no fast-forward. The sad thing about life in the “fast lane” these days is that what used to be unacceptable as a lifestyle is now the norm. If you aren’t running the minute your feet touch the ground you might be considered unambitious, even lazy. Here’s a story from Phil Callaway: “I took my daughter, Rachel, to the swimming pool one evening. We ended up sitting in the hot tub surrounded by small children and adults. ‘Dad,’ said Rachel, tugging on my arm, ‘can I have two dollars for some treats?’ ‘Nope,’ I said. ‘Well, can we go out for ice cream after?’ I told her we couldn’t, that we had better get home. The man beside me looked my way and whispered, ‘You take her. If you need the money, I’ll give it to you.’ Turning, I noticed that there were tears in his eyes. ‘I’d give just about anything to take my daughter out for ice cream tonight,’ he said quietly. ‘She died of leukemia three years ago.’ That night we enjoyed ice cream together and I prayed for the man who had lost his daughter and sat wondering what would happen if we began measuring wealth in terms of life’s small pleasures. ‘Did you know that I’m a millionaire?’ I asked my daughter, when we lifted our heads. ‘Really?’ She asked. ‘You see, this time with you right now is worth a fortune to me. We’re rich. So, so rich.’” (Phil Callaway) One of the greatest tragedies of a fast-forward world is that we’re less available to be surprised by the spontaneity in life. As we sacrifice relationships on the altar of busyness, we come to the end of the day tired, satisfied with the effort, but somehow unfulfilled. Most days we’re in the habit of making ourselves unavailable for a kind word, a game of chess, the sound of a child’s laughter, the smell of fresh bread baking. How often we forget that the greatest treasures on earth are sometimes found in our own backyard. Sadly we may not have tomorrow to hold those treasures close and to celebrate the joy they bring; not in a fast-forward world. We pray. Heavenly Father, thank you for teaching me to embrace each moment of life. Calm my hurried heart. Usher in the wings of your strength and calm my attitude in the midst of the rush of daily living. Please prompt me to slow down and as the God of the universe living inside of me, and the Author of peace that can’t be comprehended, please give me Your heavenly tranquility to experience fully the quiet and small moments of life and I’ll praise your holy name. In Jesus name we pray. Amen! (https://rachelwojo.com/a-prayer-for-when-life-is-busy-adapted) Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else. If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to "This Passing Day!" <markcbrunner@thispassingday.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.

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