The Time of Now

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          Dry days are here and my spirit has gone to its desert. Even as I partake of life and laugh and love and pray, the aridity within me does not yield. Nothing reaches my innermost sanctum, except –

photos of harvested hay bales sitting in fields

and

the phrase, It is time.

          What do they mean? Why do scenes of a harvest – yet only those with hay bales – quieten me into watchful silence?

The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.
Just as weeds are collected and burned up with fire,
so will it be at the end of the age.
The Son of Man will send his angels,
and they will collect out of his Kingdom
all who cause others to sin and all evildoers.
They will throw them into the fiery furnace,
where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.
Then the righteous will shine like the sun…   ~   Matthew 13: 39 – 43

          In every season of our life, it is always time for something. So, what is the time of the now for me?

          As if in answer, 2 things appear before me.

          First, a dream from last year. A dream about my neighbour, and her daughter moving back in with her – and the number 4. On the Feast of the Assumption this year, I received a sign indicating that the time for the fulfilment of that dream is near. Although that dream and its fulfilment per se has little to do with me, I now understand that it is the time of that fulfilment that is relevant to me.

          Still trying to discern, I turn my mind back to the day of the dream last year. I had awakened from it, instantly clear-minded and alert but I did not understand the dream. At that moment, from deep within me, I had heard the unmistakable strains of a Christmas song, an old Michael W. Smith one. Knowing instinctively that the song was linked to the dream, I let it play in my mind until the answer became clear. But soon, my mind had misted up and I didn’t know where I was going. So, I sought the help of St Anne, the grandmother of Jesus. St Anne, I had prayed at that moment, which part of the song must I focus on?

          It was as if St Anne had been waiting for my question, so swift and smooth was her reply.

You’re almost where the journey ends
Where death will die and life begins.

          Now, a year after that dream, asking for what the time of now means for me and for us as a family, the very same lines from the song appear before me once more.

You’re almost where the journey ends
Where death will die and life begins.

11 comments

    1. Yes, Ana. What used to be a long way off is now closer than we realize. The harvest can mean different things for different people and different communities. The question for all is – Are we ready for what comes next?

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    1. I understand. Searching for an image to go with the post, all I was drawn to were photos with lots of blue skies and happy suns. None of the sombre ones moved me. That was pretty telling for me.

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  1. There is much we do not understand about life. I do know this…God is in control of the earth and the heavens, and what I do not understand, I place within His hands. I can only carry so much in my own hands before I grow too weary. The weight of so many things in life is simply too heavy for me to carry all by myself. I picture Jesus taking my hand, knowing all of my fears, and I rest in that encounter. I trust His hand with all of my beloveds, those here upon the earth and those in heaven. In these days, I know the angels are hard at work, for the labor of love in the world is great; all the same, it is only love that formed a bridge between here and heaven, and the souls God has created can only help one another through the bond of love. I pray for you and your family, bound together in love for this time and it the times to come…wherever you go and whatever you do, God will be there, and He will take hold of your hand and never let you go.

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    1. This was so touching, Linda. I too sense something is ahead for us as a family. All we have done and not done, the good and the bad, the right and the wrong, everything has been bound up, packed up. Where do we go from here? Only He knows.

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      1. Trust the wind of God’s love that travels with you wherever you go. His is a wind of knowing, and we are so often conflicted on what we should be doing. His way is the only way. We must give up our own ways of knowing and give to God our own misunderstandings. The Holy Spirit intervenes for us when we feel lost. God is able to pick up all the broken things in our lives and put them together in a new way. His way is always the way that brings us closer to Him; it is the only way to life itself. Sometimes, when things are very hard, and all I want to do is cry, I think of my life as a beautiful mosaic that God is putting together for me…it is not all in one piece, but many pieces set together. All the pieces are part of my life story…not every piece reflects a ‘happy time’. But, when you look at the mosaic through the eyes of love, you see that the story can only be told with all the pieces. The heart of God is pure love, and so, I must trust the handiwork of the One who sees the final design.

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