Many things have a set point, or date in which you might not get a valuable, healthy, or all in all good experience of once this set point has past. For some things once this appointed time has passed you may even loose certain privileges, standings or freedoms. You know some of these things – bread, milk, cheese – or the latter, a driver’s license or club membership. Now, since I am approaching a supposed, societal, milestone I began to wonder if I too must check for this said date, based on the talk on the streets.
I mean I want to know if I have reached this date, and if I have I am hoping my date is likened more to a driver’s license or membership card than that of bread or cheese. I hope my access can be renewed and that I can stay viable because otherwise I must join in the frenzy and go along for the panic ride. I don’t want to be naive and think I should continue living life as a well functioning citizen of society. I mean maybe the others who have passed this date and are free from the insane asylum, or Banishment Island have found a glitch in the matrix. To think I am fine could be mere folly on my part, and that I do not support. I too want to be wise and watchful. I must check my expiry date.
I must know why the lady who I sit with for dinner is appalled that I want to put off on my PhD studies for later and enjoy my job now. I want to access her keen percipience that states that doing this would only delay my procurement. I must check my dates because the relatives are beginning to whisper and goodness if I don’t renew quickly my benefits will significantly diminish and I will be excommunicated from the club. But most importantly I must check these dates because even louder than the talk on the streets is the comical banter of my wit that seeks to provoke ridiculous thoughts of set times and deadlines that have no scope on this juncture of my life.
Because if these dates, these expiry dates, these best before deadlines do exist then my faith is a farce and my God has failed me. Trusting in Him as the author of time was futile and I had no business believing that …He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. And He is the head of the body, the church. He is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in everything He might be preeminent… I should just phone in and ask for a recall.
Or….maybe….maybe I shouldn’t check, but keep in check every futile thought that sets itself up against the knowledge of God. I should banish these suppositions because he checks every pretext and His dates are all in order. Which means I can say goodbye to worry, and farewell to these other date-checkers, because my God’s plans for me are set, and I haven’t expired yet.
 Colossians 1:17-18
 2 Corinthians 10:5