"It is as a tale that is told."
(Psalm 90 verse 9)
We are all moving; we are all hurrying along through space, as this world turns on its axis and moves around the sun. But as we are travelling through space, so we are moving through time at a speed that is beyond calculation. The whole multitude of us are hurrying along — to what destination, remains to be decided by the test of our faith and the grace of God. But certain it is that we are all travelling.
Do not think that you are stable, fixed in one position. Fancy not that you are standing still; you are not. Your pulses each moment beat the funeral marches to the tomb. You are chained to the chariot of rolling time; there is no brindling the steeds, or leaping from the chariot. You must be constantly in motion.
When as a child I laughed and wept — time crept
When as a youth, I dreamed and talked — time walked.
When I became a full-grown man — time ran.
And later as I older grew — time flew.
Soon I shall find while travelling on — time gone.
C.H. Spurgeon