Just a quite whisper from the Revelation reading this morning about time – God’s time – from this verse:

8:1 When the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour. ²And I saw the seven angels who stand before God, and seven trumpets were given to them.

Really?  About half an hour?  This phrase just jumped out and anchored the entire pericope in real-world time, loosening the passage from the dream-like, symbolic, figurative grip I’ve so often read and understood all of Revelation to be.

According to Barnes bible commentator nowhere else in the New Testament does the Hebrew word, hmiwrion occur. It is correctly rendered half an hour; and as the day was divided into twelve parts from the rising to the setting of the sun, the time designated would not vary much from half an hour with us.

What I’m left thinking about and praying about this morning is how I have so often used ‘in God’s time’ to buy time.  Like I’ve pushed the great big ‘ol pause button on the universal clock for things to work out as I pray they will and say to myself, “don’t get ahead of God – in God’s time xyz will happen.”  As if there’s a difference between time today and God’s time.

No, I can’t seek refuge in something that isn’t…God’s time IS time.  God’s time is NOW.