I. Hate. Daylight Saving Time!
What possible excuse is there for it in this day and age? It may have made some sense when we were an agrarian society, when farmers needed every hour of daylight they could get (though to be honest I’ve ever figured out how moving an hour of darkness from one end of the day to the other “saves” even one minute of daylight), but now all it seems to accomplish is to discombobulate time clocks and body clocks and make us late for church on Sunday morning. And if there must be a change, who says it needs to be in the middle of the night? Why not at 2:00 on Saturday or Sunday afternoon?
Here’s my totally opinionated opinion: I think it’s just one more example of man wanting to believe he knows more than the Creator who made time. We just love to tinker around the edges of His wisdom, don’t we! I think He must shake His head in sadness at our foolishness.
Like the famous actress who stands on the seashore shaking her fist at the sky and shouting in her best Minnie Mouse voice, “I. AM. GOD,” we just can’t resist trying to improve on Sovereign God’s design. Don’t want to risk His choice for the sex of your baby? Let’s fool around with our chromosomes and create “designer babies.” Don’t like the way He “numbers our days?” We’ll just legalize abortion and assisted suicide… as an act of mercy, of course… Don’t like the way you look? There’s always plastic surgery. Don’t like your gender? Just choose another–or create one. And if you don’t want a gender at all you can be whatever you feel like being. Don’t like arbitrary facts, like 2 + 2 = 4? No problem. Just implement “new math” so there are no wrong answers. Don’t want to be restricted by His stuffy old rules on marriage and family and fidelity? Well, we’re much more evolved now.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. I’m all about make-up and self-improvement. Might even consider a little nip and tuck here and there if I had the money. (Forgive me, Father, but I’ve always hated my double chin!) Problem is, with my luck I’d die the next day and have to explain why I wasted all that money. I know God gave us the ability to reason and explore and create and expects us to use it. And I’m a great fan of modern medicine.
So grateful for my grandson and his wife and my daughter and all my doctor and nurse friends who make lives better every day with their medical knowledge and heart for healing. I’m sure there are days they do the work with less than noble purpose, but He knows their hearts and I know they make Him smile.
Do I think Daylight Saving Time is sinful or immoral? Of course not! I just think it’s a pain and disruption. But I do think it’s a good illustration of the problem we’ve had since the beginning. We never seem to learn. We’re all too ready to welcome Satan’s crafty question. “Did God really say…” resonates with us because it’s actually the question of our own hearts. Like Eve in the Garden, we too often re-interpret His clear direction for our own purposes. The prophet Jeremiah warned, “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it?” (Jeremiah 17:9) King David pleaded, “Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. (Psalm 139:23-24) and God promises “I the LORD search the heart and examine the mind, to reward each person according to their conduct, according to what their deeds deserve.” (Jeremiah 17:10) Do you find that as intimidating as I do? I really don’t want to get what I deserve.
But here’s the really, really good news: There is hope! When the great heart of Jesus broke upon the cross that day, He fixed once and for all the condition of ours. The Apostle Paul said, “I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in his holy people.” (Ephesians 1:18)
Did God really say…? Yes. Yes He did.