Time

Well, this past weekend has been anything but restful. Here’s a little rundown. After I got off work on Friday, two of my roommates and I went to the Museum of Modern Art to watch a film required for class. We didn’t expect for many people to be there, but we were wrong. After getting our free ticket and walking to where the film was, we discovered the wait was two hours long. At this point, it was definitely supper time because our stomachs were growling so loud. So, we went to Astro Diner on the corner of 55th and something before hitting up a place for some cupcakes. We went back to the MoMA to discover that the line was still two hours long. Since I had to work this weekend and we didn’t want to pay for it, we decided to stick it out in line. By the time we got to the front of the line, we were beyond grumpy. When we were escorted into the dark room, three columns of couches awaited us, instead of your usual theater seating. I have discovered in my week here that personal space isn’t a high priority for these people. Anyway, we finally busted out of there around 1am. When we got down to the subway, the doors were closing to the train we needed to take home. After some yelling and running, the driver opened the doors for us. So, that was Friday. On Saturday, I had to be in the studio at 12:30 for an afternoon full of basketball at the CBS Sports studio. When I walked in, I was introduced to Seth, Tim and Greg … aka Seth Davis, Tim Brando and Greg Anthony. They stayed in the room where social media tweets updates, so that was cool. After an afternoon of college basketball, which is never a bad thing, one of my roommates and I went to see Silver Linings Playbook. It was a different film and is not one of my favorites. There were some moments I enjoyed, but there weren’t a lot. Finally, yesterday one of my roommates and our RA started the day off with church in the upper West side. It was not my cup of tea. But anyway, when it was over, we grabbed some groceries at a nice place before coming back to the apartment. We had a paper due at 9am this morning, so I wrote it yesterday afternoon before I had to go back to work. I was in the studio yesterday for the AFC Championship. And that, people of America, wraps up the weekend.

Especially after watching the lovely Clock movie on Friday, I have been made aware of time. (BTW, the Clock was made by Christian Marclay. It is a whopping 24 hours long. It is composed of different clips of many different movies when the characters talk about what time it is or there are shots of clocks.) Anyway, what I realized is that time is something we always feel we have enough of, yet we find ourselves restricted by it.

My favorite book of the Bible is 2 Timothy, Paul’s last letter to his dear Timothy. Paul doesn’t write about how to preach to others or what the Gospel is. Paul writes about living life with urgency. Especially after this past weekend when time was limited, I am reminded that I must live my life to the fullest. Yes, that phrase is super cliché and appears on tons of wall art, coffee mugs and t-shirts, but it’s true. We never know when God is going to call us home. He gives us life for a reason: to glorify Him. So let’s do it.

With a busy schedule, that’s easier said than done. In New York, away from the Bible Belt, it’s so important to be intentional in my relationship with God. This city can either make you or break you. Period. Please pray for myself and the other people in New York this semester, that we may do His will and glorify Him while we’re here. And for those who don’t know Him, pray that God will bring them to Him soon.

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