Life's Like a Clock (not a box of chocolates)
Their sound charmed me from the other side of the antique store we were in.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. And their tags were even more tantalizing.
since I was a young lad, I’ve been intrigued by time. So the site of ten square
feet of wind-up, electric, spring-wound, and cuckoo clocks seized my attention.
The owner’s tags also caught my eye. Tags with “NR” meant the clock needed
repair and might run periodically or not at all. Tags with “Runs” meant the
clock was in working order, had been oiled and set, and was probably under
Paul might have tagged himself with one of those two insignias.
"So I am not the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it" (Romans
7:17 NLT). I can identify.
Most days I run fine. Everything is going my
way. No duns in the mail, no work drama, no fighting amongst the kids, no spats
with the spouse, no sickness, no car repairs, and no deadlines. I’m living the
But then the NR days arrive. The oil dries up, the hands stop,
the bearings wear out, and I stop dead at one o’clock. No tick. No tock. Just
tears, emotional mood swings, fussing, worry, anxiety, and blaming God for the
Fortunately, God understands. He’s been there too…in the person
of his Son. Sin in the world and sin in me can ruin what otherwise ticks
perfectly. Feeding on God’s Word, fellowshipping with his people, and praying
regularly keeps me oiled so I can control what’s controllable. The rest I leave
up to God, remembering he knows best and will guide me through whatever pricks
When life runs erratically or seemingly not at all, remember
who winds and oils your clock.
Prayer: Father, may we entrust You with
every detail of our life, so the tick tock will please the One who governs and
guards our steps.
Hodges, South Carolina, USA