The time has come

The time has come. I was moved by the R&K's latest report regarding their son T's leukemia "And pray for 'complete and forever healing' ... It's time God!" - because there are specific times in God's purpose for us. As in But when the fullness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons... and For this is the word of promise, At this time will I come, and Sara shall have a son and of course the much quoted To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.

Reading on we have... He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man's heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end. I perceived that there is nothing better for them than to be joyful and to do good as long as they live; also that everyone should eat and drink and take pleasure in all his toil--this is God's gift to man... for all is vanity.... So I saw that there is nothing better than that a man should rejoice in his work, for that is his lot... This is a curious mix of dismal and bright but one thing is clear - we should not allow ourselves to get in the mulligrubs.

Even Shakespeare admits: There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat.

It's Tuesday morning and another day of lockdown. Another day of our own purposes thwarted. Another day to scratch around for renewed motivation. Another day to wonder how our faith in God meshes with the stark reality of the pandemic. Another day, indeed, to pray for complete and forever healing for T. And I am encouraged to not give up by those words "It's time God!" from someone who has every human reason to be despondent.

What time is it for me, for you, for T today?