Time after time, our most precious gift
I used to write this
column every Saturday. Somehow it got to be Sunday or Monday -- and now
here I am writing it on Thursday. Interesting, because what I have been
thinking about all week is the gift of time.
Recently I had a
woman come to my door at the church. She wanted to talk. I was
impatient. It was clear that it was not so much that she had real
pressing things to talk about as that she had no one to talk to or to
spend time with.
This is what struck
me: The gift of time is not like any other gift that we give as
charity. When we give money, it generally goes from those who have an
abundance of money to those who have less. The money means more to
those who have less, and so it is all the more precious.
But when we give of
our time as pastors or nurses or teachers or counselors or just as
caring friends, often we are giving something that we do not have in
abundance to those who have way too much time on their hands.
There are people for
whom time is not a precious commodity. It weighs heavy in their hands,
not because of its value but because time seems endless. Those of us
who are running around busily trying to do more things than we really
should anyway can get really resentful of giving some of our precious
time to those who seem to have too much of it.
I think that just
this realization can help us to stop and think about what really is
precious. Time is precious to us because our lives are full and
meaningful. We have people we care about and things that matter to do.
We have been truly blessed.
When we give of our
time to people who seem to have an endless supply, we are giving not
only time but also meaning. We are creating a little space in the
vastness of their lives for some meaning. We are helping them to see
that they matter. We create a space where at least some of their time
held a precious gift. It held our caring.
I am hoping that
thinking about my time this way will help me to spend it more freely and
less begrudgingly. My time may be precious, but even time is a gift
from God.
Lord, We thank you
for the gift of our lives, may we share them generously as you shared
your life with us. Amen
Copyright (c)
2005, The Rev. Dana Reardon. All rights reserved. Used by permission. Email her at
mspastor@aol.com.
The Rev. Dana Reardon is pastor at St.
Paul Evangelical Lutheran Church, Warwick, RI. A lifelong Lutheran, she
came to ordained ministry after 21 years in nursing, mostly in pediatric
intensive care. She graduated from Lutheran Theological Seminary at
Philadelphia in 1998 and served 4 ½ years in Upstate New York before
becoming a New Englander. She is still trying to understand the
accent. While in the Upstate New York Synod she chaired the Stewardship
Team. That began her fascination with what makes stewards -- and more,
what makes for generosity.
She
has three amazing daughters: Pastor Reardon says much of what she knows of
life she learned from them.