My journal’s question of the day: What would I like to savor more often this year?

The answer is easy: Time. For a half-a-century (plus a little extra) I’ve existed on this planet, my time on earth behind me is greater–perhaps far greater–than my time ahead.

So what am I doing with that time? Have I stopped to enjoy every moment? To savor what God has granted me to experience and see in nature and the people with whom he’s blessed me to know?

Do I savor my time with God, or do I walk around thinking, “I have all of eternity to do that!”

I keep thinking about everything I need to do, everything I want to do, yet failing at accomplishing either. And both.

God said multiple times in the Old Testament to give to him all our first-fruits. That included our labor, our firstborn, and whatever we produced. Shouldn’t that also include time? To give not only a few minutes here and there, but the best, the first fruits of our time?

I know what you’re thinking: “That’s called the Sabbath. Duh.”

And I couldn’t agree more (as if it needed my agreement…).

I guess to me (and this is where Christians have failed a bit, generally speaking) we could emulate the Jews more. I don’t necessarily think Christians should move their day of rest and worship to Saturdays, but I also don’t think we revere it enough. We don’t spend that 24 hour period solely with God. Instead it’s a few hours in the morning at church, and perhaps going out to lunch afterward. As for the rest of the day, do we treat it any different than any other? Do we keep it holy as God commanded?

I don’t, and perhaps this desire to savor my time more is God’s way of whispering to me his longing to spend time more with me. To rest in his holiness.