The small group I currently belong to is focused on angels. We converse about what engages celestial citizens as they walk the golden streets, and which occupations could possibly crescendo in appeal to eternity. Some of the members of our circle are retired, and others still show up nine to five. But all of us are heaven bent on creating an impact for good within the ordinary circumstances that comprise each spin of the sun. 

 

One of the attributes of God's kingdom is the elasticity of time. Rather than smashing our urgent tasks into the brackets of the clock, which can truncate a delightful vacation or elongate a tedious chore,  joy is the metric. Perhaps one earthly manifestation of this is the creative force. The book Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain describes stepping into that part of ourselves that is immune to hours and minutes. When I am immersed in quilting, or composing, the tentacles of measured moments fade into the background. 

 

Jacob is a twin whose life is chronicled in the Bible. He is smitten with Rachel, the lovely younger daughter of Laban. For the honor of becoming her husband, he must invest a chunk of his life, yet it seems like devotion shatters the constraints of time. 

 

"And Jacob served seven years for Rachel; and they seemed unto him but a few days, for the love he had for her." Genesis 29

 

If there is one linchpin that differentiates this planet from God's domain, it is the shift from seeing ourselves as the center of the universe, to our eagerness to make Divine Love the hub of each rotation. Then all the clocks and calendars will be obsolete.