Space and Time Vs. Spacey and Timeless

My children have very different concepts of space and time. 

My daughter remembers every life event; when and where it happened, what she was wearing, and the license plate of the car that drove her there.  She lives life in a perfect time-line, connecting each event to the next and memorizing the facts of the moment both minuscule and vital.  She sees life as a one-way road.  For her, good days are really good. On good days, she drives the road in a convertible, hair blowing in the wind, headed for triumph.  For her, bad days are really bad.  On bad days, she rides in a hearse headed to the Diner that only serves worms.  Her greatest hindrance is the road behind her.

My son, on the other hand, doesn’t even know what day it is.  He gets confused if I take a different way home, can’t remember if he put underwear on this morning, and is pretty sure he was about 6 years old when he got his driver’s license (he’s 8 now).  His life is a group of random points on a plane somewhere above the median line.  Unable to ever recall what happened today, he relates all events to future hopes.  His school’s Granparent’s day isn’t on October 12th, it is one day before the scheduled release of his favorite video game.  In other words: “the best weekend ever.”  Tomorrow is not Friday, it is the day that he finally gets to be the “sprayer” during lunch duty.  In other words:  “the best day ever.”  He dreams big, and cries often.  His greatest hindrance is the dead end he didn’t see coming.

Though they relate to time differently, I see in both my children a growing understanding of “too late.”  A concept, though necessary in regards to assignments and appointments, is one I do not believe should ever be applied to life. 

So when my daughter, based on many failed attempts, crumples to the floor convinced that she will never get that certain move in gymnastics:  I say, “it is never too late to be great.”  When my son goes to bed wearing sunglasses and a hoodie because he didn’t get the kitten he wanted:  I say, “It is never too late for dreams to come true.”  In other words, I’ve become the cheesy parent I once made fun of.

Cheesy I may be, but I am also determined to convince my children that “too late” is not a life-skill.

Because it only gets harder when we get older. 

As adults, too late is that first moment in the morning when we wake up to our life and wonder how we got there.  Too late  is the fear that keeps us from even considering going back to a desire that once drove us.  Too late is the opposite of the mercy and grace that allows us to move forward and be better.

“Too Late”  puts our life in neutral replacing our road with a parking lot and our dreams with fate accepted.

God has no concept of too late.  He exists outside of space and time.  He is not ruled by our deadlines, nor our wrong turns.  Mary and Martha thought it was too late: Lazarus had died.  He was not healed, he rose from the grave. It was not too late, there was just a bigger plan.  The man by the pool of Bethseda complained that someone always beat him to the healing waters.  Jesus healed him under the tree.  The man was not too late, he was just waiting for the wrong thing.  Peter denied his Lord with no opportunity for redemption before that very Lord hung on a cross and lay in a tomb.  Jesus conquered death and Peter became one of the greatest evangelists to ever walk the earth.  It was not too late to make it right, but Peter was not the one who had the power to make it right.

God is a God of second chances, He exists in Plan B, His power is revealed in U-turns.  He takes the worst offenders and uses them for the greatest good.  He takes the broken places and builds castles.  He inhabits the desolate, restores the ruined, creates the necessary detour.

With God, it is never too late to be great. 


On a side note:  my husband’s concept of space and time IS a life-skill.  This was the day he stayed home to “help around the house.”  But that is another blog entirely.