This is the inexorable line of Eternity.
It soldiers on with no end in sight and no beginning in the rearview. It just is.
Maybe Eternity isn’t so much a line as it is an undulating concept. Something more like this?
Never-ending. No beginning. It’s really difficult to envision – let alone explain — what a framework that you’ve only heard of, but can’t quite grasp looks like. I am confined by time afterall. I am finite. I have a discrete number of days. I think in minutes and hours and years. It’s only natural that I’d want to measure eternity. That I’d want to hold a yardstick up to it to figure out how long it is. That I’d want to calculate how long it takes for it to be over.
I know so little of timelessness.
Yet God is the Unbound One – the one who exists like this line does. The one who not only sees, but controls, the unfolding of all events: the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms, the constant rip tide of war, the tombs of conquerors. That’s the story that this line tells.
It’s the story of a timeless God. And our time-bound mini dramas are part of that story.
Perhaps I’ve drawn the abridged version when the full-length, commercial-free version looks more like this:
Sometimes I think of my small tract of time as the tiniest of dots in the story of eternity. I’m the red center of that leaf in the top right corner. I’m a character who takes up half of chapter six in volume 520 of Book 310 of a multi-generational sweeping saga! ‘m a walk-on. A character with few lines who serves to advance the plot. But the story of eternity is no more about me than it is about any other time-bound creature.
The story of eternity is ultimately the story of the timeless One who enters time to save and redeem His creation. It’s the story of us.