The economic axiom “time is money” is often misunderstood as meaning that the value of money is equal to the value of time – when in fact, it is more correctly understood as meaning that money only has value because of the time value it represents. Money has no innate value – hay bales of hundred dollar bills on a desert island, that can’t be spent, are nothing more than kindling! Conversely, time is the value measurement of the common wage, which in turn, confers value on the good or services provided. And given enough time, a common object, if well preserved, can command a pretty penny from an avid collector.
So needless to say, time is a precious commodity, regardless of what shape it takes. You spend your entire life spending this currency, exchanging one moment for the next — sometimes carelessly, sometimes with grave intent . . . but always in unrecoverable amounts. And as someone who has already spent the larger sum of what I’ve been given – what remains takes on even greater value to me. But in a very real sense, I invested all of those years in the wisdom that only experience can afford – an investment I am currently drawing dividends from now.
And I’ve learned that not only is time an irreplaceable invaluable resource and an irreducible incubator of wisdom – but it is also a profoundly intimate gift we give to one another. Whether it’s a leisurely shared conversation between good friends, hours spent engaging children or grandchildren, or a weekend get-a-away taken with your spouse – time spent with others creating memories has a particular type of intimacy that lingers with you long after the events of such shared experiences have passed . . . because these are the moments we treasure most.
Now, when you consider how Jesus, God incarnate, chose to enter time and space, experiencing the visceral existence of humanity, moment by moment for more than three decades, in order that we might be redeemed and reconciled – I can’t think of a more intimate way that he could have done it. And when you consider that the Gospels only accounts for a few weeks of actually recorded events, and that the ministry of Jesus with his disciples was three years – most of the time he invested in them likely had the mundane day-to-day rhythms of just hanging out . . . like friends do. This too strikes me as having a wonderfully sweet and priceless intimacy.
The presence of God transcends every dimension (including the fourth), for all things exist in Him. It is this very omnipresence in times of sorrow and struggle where we find comfort, or in times of thanksgiving and praise we experience Him with us. And this is how we know that there is great power in just being present, because it is a gift of immeasurable worth . . . a gift we are capable of giving to one another. “For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I among them.” ~ Matthew 18:20. Sounds to me like an invitation to show up and spend a little time with each other . . . and let Jesus make that time worth your while.
. . . and remember — we live our lives one moment at a time.