"Time Passages".... the title to the song written and sung by Al Stewart.

It was late in December
The sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind
Go drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Well, I'm not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on
Are the things that don't last
Well, it's just now
And then my line gets cast into these
Time passages
There's something back here that you left behind
Oh, time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight
Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don't know why you should feel
That there's something to learn
It's just a game that you play
[Instrumental Interlude]
Well, the picture is changing
Now you're part of a crowd
They're laughing at something
And the music's loud
A gal comes towards you
You once used to know
You reach out your hand
But you're all alone
In these time passages
I know you're in there
You're just out of sight
Oh, time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

I wonder often about coming to the end of my life.  Will I think backwards in panoramic views?  Will I resolve the unresolveds that I have carried with me all my life?   Will all that stuff finally take its rightful place of less prominence?  Will it assume its now silent place on the shelves of my life?  Time (even at my age) gives us perspective on ourselves-our choices-our life.  While experiencing the joy, the pain, the regret, the pleasures, the grief, the angst, the contentment, we have nothing as a backdrop to thoroughly put it in full perspective or to see it clearly.  Those lyrics remind me that looking back is both common and partly necessary to sort out truth, priorities, see it for what it was - behind us.   Before I fool myself into thinking that our pasts don't matter, I realize that they have partly formed who we are.   It seems, for me, when in the heat of the present I am emotionally tied to it.  Emotions color things when in them.  When I look through binoculars I can see things far away clear, but I am not there so I cannot participate.  It's not the same as being there.  The advantage is that I can see things clearer and in detail and the scenery around it.  Lots of people have experienced some very painful things in their lives.  Their pasts are riddled with tragedy, abuse, pain, illness, struggle.  Some times not at their own hands or by their own choice either.  I don't know how God weaves things in and out of our lives.  I don't know fully why this is the "system" of life that He uses to make us who we are.  For those whose "time passages"  moments bring crippling memories, I truly believe looking at pain diminishes its power on us.  Feeling its loss of what should have/could/might have been is part of moving on.  It's part of grieving over the things behind us that caused scars.  Equally powerful are the moments that those "time passages" moments take us to pleasure, good times, to love and happy seasons.  We are a mix of all those time passages parts of our life.  I often think of Jesus after His resurrection.  Whether you think Jesus is the Son of God or not, historically you can find record of His death by crucifixion.  When Jesus shows up on the beach to greet the disciples back from fishing, He is out of the grave.  He is alive again!  How is that possible unless you are the Son of God!  Even though resurrected from the dead, Jesus still had scars on His hands and feet from being nailed to a cross.  That tells me He is the King of time passages Unmistakably Jesus was alive because of the death He had experienced.  He was Jesus, the Savior of the world, solidified by the experience of death on a cross purposefully done for you and I.  He could not undue the past (thus the scars on His hands and feet).  That experience of giving up His life for our sins, of living in human flesh for 33 years, of leaving His rightful place next to God in heaven made Him approachable to us.  Without that pain, struggle, separation from God for a time, Jesus would not have been fully who He was supposed to be.  That view always helps me see time passages as vital to our lives.  Even hurt, pain, struggle can mix with victory, healing, joy, peace and happiness creating in us a final product that is purposed and chiseled.  Dare I say, more beautiful because of our pasts.  Sometimes I need to get a distance away from events, my past and use binoculars to see it clearer - to see how it has made me who I am, who we all are.  We are all an amalgamation of time passages that leave us beautifully and uniquely us.  

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