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The comfort of the ordinary




This is the mince time of year. After all the turkey and trifle, cake and mincemeat pies, not to mention the odd chocolate or three, there is something comforting about mince, potatoes, carrots and peas. Treats have their place but there is comfort in the ordinary.

It’s the same with time. We have excitement in our lives and time races past and then there is a sad patch when time drags and the days seem so long. The truth is that the days we appreciate most are those in which time ticks along at the same ordinary speed. And time will keep ticking until the Lord calls or comes when time will be no more. Come, Lord Jesus!



Time



time

ticks to-

wards

tomorrow to-

day

tocks a-

way



the

clock’s

hands

chip off

minutes

chop

chew

chomp through

days re-

lentlessly until


e t e r n i t y d r o w n s t h e t y r a n y o f t i m e


a n d


e ... v ... e ... r ... y

c . . . l . . . o . . . c . . . k



i . . . s




s . . . t . . . i . . . l . . . l . . . . .

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