Blog 3474 – 05.08.2025

Where Does The Time Go?

Today’s blog idea was suggested by my lovely and loving wife Linda Lee when she asked the time and hearing the answer uttered that all familiar phrase. She said, “Maybe you should write a blog about that.” Here goes:

Being one who believes that these adventures in time and space are the joint creations of ourselves and our higher self, our higher power I, for one believe, that this thing that we call the time of our lives is an illusion, a play, a song and dance that we co-created or choreographed right down to the last beat and the last dance step.

Where does the time go? It goes nowhere. It goes everywhere. I read where someone commenting on how brief these adventures in time and space are, no matter their length, pointed out that on graves stone the entire time is signified by a dash between two dates. As we dash through the various scenarios it does seem that time sometimes flies by, but in other scenarios, especially the more uncomfortable and painful ones, time seems to pass ever so slowly and to drag by.

Yesterday, I pointed out that the greatest gift that we have to share with those we love is our time and our attention. The old adage goes: “Just one life, ‘twill soon be past and only what is done for Christ shall last.” I once believed that with all my heart, yet I have come to believe that it is far more likely that we all get as many lives as we choose and that these adventures in time and space are our own custom designed passion plays and that as Jesus himself supposedly said, we are as he was in this world, that we are the hero, the Christ, of our own story.

The theme song of one of my favorite TV series from some years ago said, “Save me.” It was about the comic book and movie superhero Clark Kent, alias Superman when he was a boy and young man. Clark’s story and our stories too are, I believe, as I already said “passion plays” and variations on the same theme. We are the hero, indeed the superhero, of our own story. And more often than not we have bought into our own disguise to the point where we have to rediscover time and again our own identity, just Who and Whose we truly are.

According to the Bible story, it took even Jesus thirty years or according to one Gospel at least twelve years to figure out just Who and Whose he truly was. On an annual family Passover vacation to Jerusalem, Jesus stayed behind in the Temple. When Mary and Joseph were traveling home and finally realized that twelve year old Jesus was not in their party they returned to Jerusalem to find him in deep discussions in the Temple with the scribes and elders, and it was he asking the deep and astute questions. Jesus mother was beside herself with worry and concern for her son and said, “We have looked everywhere for you.” The boy Jesus replied, “Why, did you not know that I would be here and about my Father’s business.”

However much time it takes in this life or in those that we may have already experienced or may yet experience, I believe that we will come to remember, to rediscover, that we are the Savior, the Superhero, of our own story and that our disguise was always just that. Our mission has always been not to be saved, but to save others by helping them to discover that the true power of salvation lies within each of us for we are that beloved child sent into the world with a love note from the Universe – Whose and Who we are.

Your friend, fellow traveler, and fellow superhero,

David James White

You really look great in that cape by the way. “Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. What’s that in the air? A bird? A plane? No, it’s Superman (or Superwoman as the case maybe.)”