For me, November is that month that should remind us that “time” (especially the “life” we’re given to make something of our lives) is so short. Last week I was reminded of this when I was asked to officiate at a funeral of someone who had died unexpectedly and accidentally: all the “time” family assumed they would spend together – now ended.
As I wrote in last Thursday’s Reflection, these next two Sundays mark the end of the liturgical year. Christians are asked to focus on the fact that all time, all life, is fragile, limited and ultimately in God’s hands, not ours. Even yesterday, November 11 (Veterans’ Day) we should have paused and remembered that at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, the “Guns of August” were silenced for a time. World War I (“the war to end all wars” – what a sad joke that was) had stopped. The lives of so many snuffed out in what simply ended up being the opening chapter of yet another and more devastating war.
November is a month for taking stock. Our life is a gift from God and it is brief. So little time! (“…all time is in [God’s] hands”). A life lived without faith in or love of God and others is shallow. A life that does not know hope as a sign of the coming of Christ’s Kingship is a meaningless journey “full of sound and fury signifying nothing.” Without a relationship with the Lord, life promises to be headed to an “undiscovered kingdom” that is cold, gray, sad and ultimately meaningless. What are you doing with the “time” you’ve been given?