This morning I had a completely irrational thought. Here I am on Monday, with a virtually empty diary for the next 3 days. Moving day is Thursday. I shall be on the go from early Thursday morning till late in the evening. If only I could spread the hectic activity of Thursday over four days instead of one, to make it less manic!
Of course, that is totally silly. Moving day is moving day. The van is booked for that day. The keys get collected that day. My squad of kind helpers and the letting agents have that day, and no other, in their diaries. I cannot do half the move one day and half the next - at least, not without putting a lot of people to unnecessary trouble.
In Ecclesiastes chapter 3 we read, "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven". One day is right for being born and another is right for dying. One day is right for planting and another for uprooting, and so on. Someone once spoke on the radio about Indian weddings. In the West people plan, prepare and make bookings months in advance. In the Indian culture nothing happens for ages. Then suddenly everyone decides that the right time has come. Everything falls into place in a frantic last-minute rush. It can be a disaster, but most of the time it works out wonderfully well!
In the gospels we read that Jesus would not do certain things because His time had not yet come. Then "just at the right time ... Christ died for the ungodly". If Jesus was wise about the timing of such an important event, I must be wise in accepting the right timing for my move and the longed for start at my new church, Bethany Evangelical Church in Leigh. Thursday, and not before, is moving day. Saturday, and not before, is my induction and a week today, and not before, is the starting day of my employment. Let me not even think of stretching or squeezing time.
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