time sensation and usually tell if the run was slower or faster than the time frame of four seconds. But when it comes to a thousandth of a second, it’ s mighty hard to say you could feel much difference.
A driver or observer cannot see the finish line beams that stretch across each lane on the racetrack for timing purposes, but we know— by faith— they are there. When a vehicle breaks the beam, the timing equipment records the amount of time on the racetrack. You believe the time on the clocks because you saw and experienced the run. God also has a clock, and it’ s ticking away during your lifetime, but, no one can run fast enough to catch up with His ticking clock.
“ So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’ s sinking, racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you’ re older, shorter of breath and one day closer to death.”
As each day sinks into the horizon, you’ ll never catch up with it again. Tomorrow is the same, but you are one day older, next year you are one year older, and the ageing factor is bringing all of us closer to our last breath.
“ Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time, plans that either come to naught or half page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, the time is gone, the song is over, thought I’ d something more to say.” No matter who you are, you don’ t have the last word. So, reserve your own last words for God and people. Far away across the field tolling on the iron bell, calls the faithful to their knees to hear time’ s softly spoken enchanting spell. There’ s nothing magic about time. It just keeps on doing its thing as we all observe the aging process: Life going by at two hundred fifty, a 50�� class