What a strange thing time is. I used to pose the question that if every clock in world, wrist watch, etc. are all different, what time is it?
A few weeks ago I looked around my Sunday school class and thought how I old I must be to everyone. I could recall back in the Center Ward in Utah, looking up the older crowd with some trepidation. The summer I joined the ward, I made a comment that I would be out of it by the coming January. Years later, I left… to another singles ward.
Feels like I have been here for years, but not even two. Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Time flys and yet some days it drags on. What time it is?
Posted by Michael at February 19, 2005 07:57 PM