I was reading The Sound and the Fury today and I'm fascinated with Quentin's character. Time haunts him. It dominates his life. The tick tock of his watch is inescapable. Death is his only answer to cheating/escaping the clenches of time.
I could read this novel over and over again and still pick up new things each time. Kudos Faulkner.
It's interesting to me how Americans are similar (not his crack pot obsession with his sister's sin). Is time not the unwavering dictator of our lives?
This all pairs nicely with what I've been studying in God's word...Ecclesiastes.
Enjoy.
Chapter 3. Verses 1-8.
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
If there is a time for everything under the sun, what is that time in your life right now? (Please answer...I really am curious). I started thinking about the season of life I'm in right now. It's a season of CHANGE. A season of love, creativity, healing, tears, adventure, potential, growth. But then I started thinking about each of the characters from The Sound and the Fury and their own hang-ups, or total negligence, of time. As a Christian, I believe that my time on this Earth is short and I want to use it wisely. However, I don't want to obsess over time because I know God is in control of everything under the sun.
For now, I am only on chapter three of Ecclesiastes when everything under the sun is still meaningless...I feel you Solomn. I'm picking up what you're throwin down.
For me, my "time" could be described as a time for moving on. It is so hard to move on and let go of things that are so comfortable. Things that you thought would always be there. A time for growing. A time of change. Both big and small. A time for trusting Him, like its the only way. A time for prayer. Prayers asking for His will.
ReplyDeleteStage changes can be SCARY but exciting. But through all the craziness I have to cling to the truth, because its all I have, that He is in control and has a plan for me.
Thats where I'm at.
I smell what Solomn is steppin in ;)