As the song goes, Tie yi-yi-yime, is on my side, yes it is, but there was a time when time wasn’t on my side. Before the heavens and the earth were in a context to define time, before there were years, there was nothing to measure: ‘the evening and the morning were the first day.’
Big Ben was not yet made, and Timex had to take a back seat to the Great Timekeeper, ahem, God Himself. Time is on HIS side, always, and for ever. Some have said that the so-called ‘big bang’ created time, and before that, there was no time. But ah, what, when, where and why did this thing called ‘day’ come from?
So, ye who gripe about the billions or zillions of (cough cough again) years above us, what sir, madam, are you using as a measuring tool? How have you in your limited knowledge of intellect determined a 365 day period when there was no such thing as a day? It was God who designated the day, not you. It was He who started the second hand, not you or your PhD friends.
When did YOUR day begin? When did time begin to be measured? How do you know? Where is your proof?
How dare you use a mode of measurement that was given by God, then use that measurement against His very existence, and then further take away that which defines time, leaving no context for measuring, and in the process develop a ‘world view’ which omits sanity and reason? What, you are measuring eternity with a 12 inch ruler?
The case for the ‘age’ of the universe falls apart at every level of reason, and the arrogance of the created is shown plainly, because no man, that’s right, no man can answer the hard questions in the thirty-eighth of Job:
Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?
Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.
Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?
Ah yes, dark counsel by words without knowledge. Ever read the blogs and comments of infidels, unbelievers, or they who say there is no God?’ ‘Dark counsel’ is being far too polite. The vile and venomous vitriol drips from the page and reeks of dead road kill, as God is booted like a field goal gone wide left…
‘ Where were you?‘ when the foundations of the earth were laid.
Stop right there. God demands you answer! Pull your pants up and answer if you can. Don’t even try to move the tongue, as the mouth is stopped. Where were you? Outside of time to be sure, in a place reserved for the Creator, where He most certainly was not watching the slow-moving employee time clock. I suggest an entire reading of this chapter, where man is humbled, and God is shown as the ever and always I am.
And yes, where were you Mr. Sagan, Mr. Hawking, Mr Harris, and all ye who follow the voices of the pretended intellect of borrowed excuses hurled against the Creator? Yeah, answer, where were you?’ Didn’t think so.
Scripture further points out the small minds and the broad arrogance of man in full display by dismissing the obvious. Where pray tell does wisdom and understanding have its root? Under a rock? In a tree? In a clamshell? Joyce Kilmer had the common sense to know that fools are a dime a dozen, but only God could make a tree.
Hath the rain a father?
Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go and say unto thee, Here we are?
Who hath put wisdom in the inward parts? or who hath given understanding to the heart?
Who can number the clouds in wisdom?
If, if, if we are honest, these questions can be answered outside of time, and we are put in our place, with the result being that indeed, God is worthy, and we? eh, not so much, but He is still mindful of his creatures, by telling us point blank that all creation is His doing. Heck, we know this already, some just need reminded.
Other than the obvious implications of the rain having a father, or WHO owns all wisdom, the idea of lightning being summoned is no small feat. Yeah, yeah, it will be dismissed as no more wonderful than a hummingbird, a bee sting, a quick-moving turtle, an elephant, camel, or song bird……..yet what do these wonders of nature have in common?
Design, purpose, magnificence, uniqueness, all impossible to exist apart from intelligence.
The spider would have starved to death before he ‘figured out’ how to snag his lunch in the web. Did I hear you say ‘Intelligence?’ And oh, included in the little fella’s design is the built-in camouflage of the webs invisibility. Genius. Yeah, like he dreamed that up on his own…. (careful there with that dark counsel)
The turtle apparently did not receive the evolutionary fax that told him to move quicker…….and make it snappy. Nope, the hero on the half shell is happy being the little wise wonder and is not jealous that he cannot fly like the eagle.
Who laid the measures of the universe? You? Ha, with all the technology man has, we are but arrogant fools to leave God out from His own handiwork. And one of these measures, time, yeah, a 24 hr day, what committee of non reading grunting legends of the cave came up with the genius division of this thing called ‘day?’
Yeah, answer if you are able. Who hath given man understanding in the heart? I’ll tell ya, it wasn’t the ring leader at the circus, neither an ape or a monkey, nor was understanding grown like a fig on a tree. It took a lot more than a non thinking clump of non moving dirt to wisely consider the measurements of time.
It took man, who was made in the image of God, to know things that rocks do not, to know things that apes cannot. Dumber than a box of rocks? Hey, why insult that which does not have a hard head, but why is time a killer? Because it slays our pride, pettiness, ignorance, and it points directly to He who holds all things together, and that is a very good thing.
Man is not smart enough to devise and define the thing called time, yet God has put wisdom and understanding in the heart. Now go about your business and redeem what time you have remaining in this one life soon to be ended. There is a time and purpose to everything under the heaven. Doncha think it is about time to render the Creator His due…..for it is He who owns the trademark of calling the light ‘day,’ not your great-uncle Rolex.