Time Change is here again. Just when we thought we were out they pulled us back in. An hour disappeared in a moment. I will miss it until I get it back in the fall.

Folks who say they have been abducted by aliens experience lost time. They are driving down the road, and when they look at their watches, they can not account for missing hours. I am often caught in the missing time scenario, but no aliens involved—I do not think. Yesterday, I was a middle-aged man who could not spend enough hours on the job. There was always more to do and not enough hours to do it all in. Today I am old and reflective, as I groan when I stand up. I am a bit like the story of Rip Van Winkle who went to sleep under a tree and woke up years later. Where did the time go?

So it goes. Chess fascinates me. The game of Kings. A long strategy game. Not what is happening, the next move, but what happens three moves later. Time is useful in Chess. A memory for the past informs the future. When we forget mistakes, we are doomed to repeat them. It is easy to forget mistakes…

I have loved the Bible since I was young. Both the old and New Testaments point to the love of Christ. Time is fluid. A bit like the Ocean. Christ’s love for all humanity is a constant in a Time Change World.

Our lives are enriched by the stories that we tell around the campfire. We look up at the panoply of stars. Heavenly lights are brilliant as we put another piece of wood on the warming fire. Specks, we are in a massive home. How did we get here and what is our purpose? Is all Time playing like a flat vinyl phonograph record and we only know the Groove we are in?