Time of the Mad
This is the age
Of the half-read
And the quick
And the mad
With the nerves tight
With the brief
The lamp tan
In short span.
The Big Shot
In a good spot
And the brain
And the cat
Till the spring snaps
And the fun's done!
Reprinted from The Saturday Evening Post,
1949, The Curtis Publishing Co., Courage
- You Can Stand Strong in the Face of Fear,
Jon Johnston, 1990, SP Publications, p. 143.
Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it, all is
possible; without it, nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily
miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it. You wake
up in the morning, and lo! your purse is magically filled with
twenty-four hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the universe of your
life! It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions... No one can
take it from you. It is not something that can be stolen. And no one
receives either more or less than you receive. Moreover, you cannot draw
on its future. Impossible to get into debt! You can only waste the
passing moment. You cannot waste tomorrow; it is kept for you. You
cannot waste the next hour; it is kept for you.
You have to live on this twenty-four hours of daily time. Out of it you have
to spin health, pleasure, money, content, respect, and the evolution of your
immortal soul. Its right use, its most effective use, is a matter of the highest
urgency and of the most thrilling actuality. All depends on that. Your happiness
-- the elusive prize that you are all clutching for, my friends -- depends on
If one cannot arrange that an income of twenty-four hours a day shall exactly
cover all proper items of expenditure, one does muddle one's whole life
indefinitely. We shall never have any more time. We have, and we have always
had, all the time there is.
Arnold Bennett, Bits & Pieces, March 4,
1993, p. 18-20.
No Time to Play
My precious boy with the golden hair
Came up one day beside my chair
And fell upon his bended knee
And said, “Oh, Mommy, please play with me!”
I said, “Not now, go on and play;
I’ve got so much to do today.”
He smiled through tears in eyes so blue
When I said, “We’ll play when I get through.”
But the chores lasted all through the
And I never did find time to play.
When supper was over and dishes done,
I was much too tired for my little son.
I tucked him in and kissed his cheek
And watched my angel fall asleep.
As I tossed and turned upon my bed,
Those words kept ringing in my head,
“Not now, son, go on and play,
I’ve got so much to do today.”
I fell asleep and in a minute’s span,
My little boy is a full-grown man.
No toys are there to clutter the floor;
No dirty fingerprints on the door;
No snacks to fix; no tears to dry;
The rooms just echo my lonely sigh.
And now I’ve got the time to play;
But my precious boy is gone away.
I awoke myself with a pitiful scream
And realized it was just a dream
For across the room in his little bed,
Lay my curly-haired boy, the sleepy-head.
My work will wait ‘til another day
For now I must find some time to play.
Dianna (Mrs. Joe) Neal.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Henry David Thoreau.
The great 19th-century naturalist and Harvard professor Louis Agassiz was
once approached by the emissary of a learned society and invited to address its
members. Agassiz declined the invitation, saying that lectures of this kind took
up too much time that should be devoted to research and writing. The man
persisted, saying that the society was prepared to pay handsomely for the
"That's no inducement to me," Agassiz replied, "I can't afford
to waste my time making money."
Today in the Word, June 4, 1992.
If you had a bank that credited your account each morning with $86,000 that
carried over no balance from day to day...Allowed you to keep no cash in your
account, and every evening cancelled whatever part of the amount you failed to
use during the day, what would you do? Draw out every cent every day, of course,
and use it to your advantage! Well, you have such a bank, and its name is TIME!
Every morning it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it rules off as
lost whatever of this you failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no
balances, it allows no overdrafts. Each day it opens a new account with you. If
you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back.
There is no drawing against tomorrow.
Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can
determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it
What if you were given $1440.00 at the start of each day to use as you see
fit, the only stipulation being that you must give back what you haven't spent
by the end of the day?
Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
We master our minutes, or we become slaves to them; we use time, or time uses
More time is wasted not in hours but in minutes. A bucket with a small hole
in the bottom gets just as empty as a bucket that is deliberately kicked over.
Common advice given to people who want to improve their use of time is to
focus on what contributes most. The inverse, however, is also a worthy pursuit.
What does not contribute but only wastes time? Try listing all the "time
wasters" in a typical week and then rank them on the basis of their degree
of time misuse. Ask questions: "What would happen if I didn't do this?
Would it make a significant difference? Can I delegate this?"
Bits and Pieces, May 1990, p. 18.
Parents rate their inability to spend enough time with their children as the
greatest threat to the family. In a survey conducted for the Massachusetts
Mutual Life Insurance Corp., 35 percent pointed to time constraints as the most
important reason for the decline in family values. Another 22 percent mentioned
a lack of parental discipline. While 63 percent listed family as their greatest
source of pleasure, only 44 percent described the quality of family life in
America as good or excellent. And only 34 percent expected it to be good or
excellent by 1999. Despite their expressed desire for more family time,
two-thirds of those surveyed say they would probably accept a job that required
more time away from home if it offered higher income or greater prestige.
Moody Monthly, December, 1989, p. 72.
We are always complaining that our days are few, and acting as though there
would be no end.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a
rainy Sunday afternoon.
When as a child I laughed and wept, time
When as a youth I dreamed and talked, time
When I became a full grown man, time
And later as I older grew, time
Soon I shall find while traveling on, time gone.
How often have you talked with someone on the telephone who seemed to be in a
hurry and wanted to get on with more important business? Or visited with someone
on the street and received that same hurried feeling? You've undoubtedly
experienced it...and didn't enjoy it. And, perhaps, you have also been guilty of
this. If you have, why not decide to tithe time, save up chunks, bits and pieces
of it, and give them away to people who interrupt your pre-established plans?
It is a great principle of love that people don't interrupt, not really.
Perhaps there shouldn't even be such a word as interrupt; for when people come
into your existence, even for a brief time, that is a wonderful moment of
experience for both of you. Relish it. Probe it. Invest some of the time you
have tithed. We can't afford to indulge in the luxury of "being too busy
and important" for another person.
We have time for such inanimate things as pieces of mail, vast sprawling
shopping centers, the television program which starts at 7:30. But what about
relationships with people? Isn't that a great deal of what life is all
about--loving other people? Remember Jesus? How he raced about, hurrying from
one city to another, collecting great crowds on the way to give them a few
minutes of hurried heaven-data, then dashing on to the next place?
No, that is not the picture of Jesus the New Testament gives. He had time for
people. In a crowd, a woman touched his robe. Lots of people were probably
pushing against him, touching his robe, but he discerned the urgency in this
particular touch. He stopped, taking valuable time for this
"interruption." His disciples were full of fire and computer-like-
efficiency. They wanted to get on with the task of getting something done, even
if they didn't always know what that "something" was.
Once a bunch of small, grimy-fingered kids came along and wanted to climb on
the Master's lap. "Get those kids out of here," thought the
"No, let them stay. Let's enjoy them and let them enjoy us,"
thought the true-goal-oriented Man from heaven who knew and expressed the great
worth of the individual.
The next time a person "interrupts" you, think not of your work and
your deadlines; rather, think of that person's needs, of his covert compliment
in desiring to spend a few moments with you. Your meeting may be a significant
point in each of your lives, because it is an encounter with another person God
has created. you may impart something crucial to his fulfillment--or he to
Paul prayed: "May God, who gives patience, steadiness, and
encouragement, help you to live in complete harmony with each other--each with
the attitude of Christ toward the other" (Rom. 15:5, TLB). Are you caught
up on your time-tithe?
Monte Unger, NAVLOG, January, 1975.
In a lifetime the average American will spend:
Six months sitting at
Eight months opening junk
One year looking for misplaced
2 years unsuccessfully returning phone
4 years doing
5 years waiting in
6 years eating
Survey of 6000 people polled in 1988, U.S. News and
World Report, Jan 30, 1989, p. 81.
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for it is the stuff life is
I have so much to do today that I shall spend the first 3 hours in prayer.
What happened to Time?
- When as a child I laughed and wept,
- When as a youth I dreamed and talked,
- When I became a full grown man, time
- And later as I older grew, time flew.
- Soon I shall find while traveling on,