The Scriptural Foundation for ALL IN TIME, {Parts I & II} is Psalm 90, penned by a fella named Moses well over three thousand years ago, and lo and behold, if it ain’t for today.

The “Old Expositeer” here, being “Yours Truly”, opens with Verse Four

A Thousand Years in Your sight are nothing more to You than a-day-gone-by, when spent, nothing more to You than a watch in the night. When past, nothing more to You than the day-before-yesterday².(Psalm 90:4,¹wcv&²)

¶ Looking back through more than eighty years of humanity here on earth, all the while bearing in mind that if One Thousand Years is nothing more than A Day to the Lord, then I was born to be not even A Creature of One Day, as were the “Ancients”; Old, I am, “Ancient”, I ain’t!  Irregardless, If One Day is as but a Thousand Years to the Lord, then it seems to me that I was born to be nothing more than an Earthly Creature of an Hour or So, soon to be A Man of Yesterday, nothing more than a Mist Upon the Water that rises in the morning and vanishes by noon. (Job 8:9, James 4:14)

¶ Still and all, though I am (still) in this world, but no longer “Of It” (John 17:14-16, 15:19, Romans 12:2), by the Grace of God, I am, This Day, an Earthly Creature of Age and Experience that is as fit as a fiddle, as well as decked out in nothing less than the finest of fettle age has to offer, by the Grace of God, of course. Howbeit, as far as the Seasons of My Life, it seems as though I have journeyed through three of ’em and into the Winter of My Years, in the blink of an eye.

¶ The things I deemed esteemed, back in my days of runnin’ with the Wild Bunch, now resemble nothing more than a summer morning meadow taken down at noon by the reaper’s scythe and, before nightfall, bundled for the barn. Truth be known, I would not have been stacked in the “Good Farmer’s Barn”; veritably, I was about to be burned with the briar and the bramble, not to mention, stacked with the stones of stumbling!

Now in these Deep and Weighty Things

Where Life, Death, Choice, and Chance,

Like thoughts aflight they skirt the eye,

Out around the gates they dance.

 

Where choices chosen, choose in turn,

How our road does rise and fall.

The road ahead, she’s all laid out;

Don’t we reap just what we sow!?!

 

How short it was and folly filled,

All my friends had fled.

What was that place I wakened in

To face the Living Dead?      {Weighty Things / Will Callery / ©William & Cynthia Pub. ©2012 BMI}

5 Without God, in the “natural realm” of this Present, Evil World, we are unwittingly, unknowningly, without a clue, carried away by the seemingly slow, gentle flow of the River of Time, which does, All In Time, prove to be deceivingly swift with treacherous undercurrents that are nothing less than deadly, but also in the “natural realm” of this Present, Evil World, without God, WITHOUT GOD, we are, unwittingly, unknowingly, and without a clue, swept away by even greater Niagara’s of Deception; deluges of vanity; the love of money, fame, and fortune, covetousness, rebellion, lust, pride, spiritisms, and for some, even witchcraft, and sorcery. Then on the other hand we have the religious pride of Christendom; self-righteousness, man-made religious structures, doctrines of men, doctrines of demons, feigned spirituality, false prophets, hirelings, harlots, fleecer’s of the flock, and wolves all dressed up like sheep, not to mention the myriads of Notorious Beggars that prey upon the Souls of Men², (2 Peter 2:3).  In the Natural we are nothing more than ships passing in the night²; In the morning we flourish, at noon we wither, and by nightfall comes-the-cropper² for the harvest, the grim reaper². (Psalm 90:5,6 ¹wcv&²)

6 In the Morning, we flourish and grow; by evening, we are cut down, and by nightfall, bundled for the barn.  (Psalm 90:6, ¹wcv&²)

9 Without You, O Lord, our days pass away neath the many innumerable, enchanting, and diverse shades of deception cast upon the earth by the refracting, the deveiating, if you will, of the majestic Light of Your Truth through the bewitching jewels in the glimmering breastplate of the Black Swan who soars high above the understanding and the comprehension of the so-called Natural Man. In the end, religious or atheistic, if we are Void of the Spirit of God, we are Blinded to the Light of the Truth by the many enticing and mesmerizing Castles In The Air, constructed by the Prince of the Power of the Air. Then, completely overwhelmed by the Status Quo of this Present Evil World, forever striving for the accumulation of stature and stuff, we spend our entire lives kvelling about with the Black Swan in one Flight of Fancy after another, pursuing nothing more than a Great Falling Away. Then, in the end, instead of “Dancing the Dance Of All Dances” in that City Not Made By The Hands Of Man, we are, by fits and starts of stormy reckoning, soon carried away on the winds of Judgement. Without You, O Lord, we squander our years as tall tales told, as braggarts at the bar, sailing away with Plato on the Ship of Fools, never considering that in the Grand Design of It All, we are only here on earth but for an hour or two, and that we could have had, for the asking, not only an All -Powerful Friend Who would not have been ashamed to call us His brother, but also that Wonderous, and Infallible ORACLE of God, known as the COMFORTOR, to guide us through the Thick and through the Thin of it all! (Psalm 90:9, Proverbs 18:24, Hebrews 2:11, Romans 8:29,¹wcv&², my emphasis) 

Notwithstanding, no matter what the outcome, TIME does indeed WAIT FOR NO ONE! 

It just ain’t the Nature of the River of Time to build Dams, or Give One!

ALL IN TIME by Will Callery {written by Annah Callery with added verse by Will Callery} ©William & Cynthia Pub. Co. 2012 BMI                                                                                                                                       

 

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ALL IN TIME ♦ {Part II} ♦ A Ghost Train & Wilderness Spirits         

                                                                                                                                                                               

The Scriptural Foundation for ALL IN TIME, {Part II} is Psalm 90, penned by a fella named Moses well over three thousand years ago, and lo and behold, if it ain’t for today.

The “Old Expositeer”, being “Yours Truly”, opens with Verse Ten

Psalm 90, v. 10 {A Prayer of Moses, the Man of God} 

10 The days of our years are threescore and ten, however, as if by some vigorous constitution, they be fourscore, they are for many, nothing more than years of hard labor and sorrow, ²for others, they may be years full of success, prosperity, wealth, and ease, then again, for those that fall into neither of those leagues, they are years of whatever one of the many scenarios are that lie between the two, nonetheless, All In Time, no matter what our financial status, culture, rank in society, or personal scenario may be, in thirty, sixty, or one hundred years, we all play out, going the way of all mankind; and when we do, we either fly away or fall away.   (Psalm 90:10, 1Kings 2:2, ¹wcv&², my emphasis)

The Days of our years are threescore and ten,                         

Like a slow movin’ freight they’re soon round the bend

Off in the distance that lone whistle lows,

Like a ghost in the night, tell me,

Where do they go?

 

In the days of my youth in my Grandfather’s house

There was whistling and singing and a Misty Blue Cloud

That fell all around us from heaven, I know,

But off in the night

A lonesome whistle would low.

 

The wind and the whistle, they must be next of kin,

Why? Because we wait on the Train, then we’re Gone With the Wind.

We all come and go on that slow movin’ freight.

What you do while you’re here,

Do before it’s too late,

Before that lone whistle lows.

 

Way out yonder in the dark of the night

That slow movin’ freight, she ain’t burning daylight.

No! She’s really a fast movin’ flyer and she’s rounding the bend,

Like the Days of Our Youth;

 Gone With the Wind.

 

Like a ghost in the night, she comes and she goes

Out into the Beyond where that Lone Whistles lows.

We’ve all got a ticket to ride on that Train

To that Last Whistle Stop where we meet face to face,

Where we meet Him face to face.

 

The wind and the whistle, they must be next of kin,

We wait on the Train, then we’re Gone With the Wind.

We all come and go on that slow movin’ freight.

What you do while you’re here,

Do before it’s too late,

Before that last whistle lows.    

 

{Ghost Train ©Will Callery / William & Cynthia Pub. ©2006, BMI, Based on Ps.90:10}

And so, just what is this “THING” we are to “DO” before it’s too late?

Do I really need to answer that?

Let me put it this way,

¶ It ain’t no easy task gettin’ a handle on that long-lost, yet excellent art of “Numbering Our Days”, so as not to be deceived by our own calculations concerning theTIME we are granted here on earth, as did “A certain wealthy fella, a farmer turned politician, whose political livelyhood, through insider trading, brought forth wealth unimaginable, an astounding abundance that was indeed, hard to hide. “My, my”, says he, “What in the world, in the World, in the world shall I do?” “Why, to launder this great wealth, I will tear down my barns, my granaries, and my storehouses and build greater ones in which to store my grain and my goods, so that everyone will believe that this great, ill-gotten gain came from my ingenious and innovative farming skills. I will then say to my soul, ‘Oh my Soul, you eat, you drink, and you be merry, for you are about to live a life of pleasure, power, and ease. You’re set for life.”  “As far as my SOUL is concerned, perhaps at a later date, in the winter of my years, when I really need HIM, I’ll get right with God.” “But that night the Lord said to the fella, ‘YOU FOOL, THIS IS THE NIGHT YOUR SOUL IS TO BE REQUIRED OF YOU’.” (Luke 12:20, ¹wcv&², my emphasis)  The Expositeer being, “Yours Truly”.

12 Teach us, O Lord, to “Number Our Days” that we may fill our hearts and rule our minds with, (not the crafty, weathercock wisdom of this world, nor the gilded, vainglorious wisdom of philosophers and professors, or the sometimes oh-so-humble, religious, yet Void of the Spirit, sugar-coated wisdom, fathered mainly by many a Notorious Beggar, or on the other hand, that showy, religious, also Void of the Spirit, carnival like, whip-cracking wisdom, rehearsed by Prancing Peacocks, Flying Trapeze Artists, and Hot Air Balloons, and certainly not the Scripturally bankrupt, cutie-pie quotes and bumper-sticker-cliches, dreamed up by the manufacturers of wristbands and necklaces, “spiritual concert promoters”, “Man-Up Conventioneers”, right on down to the devestation of “AA Restoration”, all of which, of all of the above and everything inbetween, from “Cessation to Sensation”, have been fabricated and promoted as the “Voice of God” or the “Moving of the Spirit)².

¶ My, my, in the midst of all the confusing hoopla, glitz, and glamour of today, what’s a man to do who truly wants to get “In Touch” with the Lord?

It’s very simple; get on your knees and cry out with all your heart, “Lord, I need You!!!”

¶ Teach us, Oh Lord, to “Number Our Days” that we might fill our hearts with the Wisdom that comes from above, the Wisdom of God, which only comes by Waiting Upon You, Lord, In the Quiet, Secret Place of the Most High for the Illumination of the Revelatory Power of the Holy Spirit; “For those that Wait Upon the Lord shall renew their Strength; they Shall Mount Up with Wings like Eagles, they will run (the race) and not be weary, they shall walk (in Spirit and in Truth through the Thick and through the Thin) and never faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)…so teach us, Lord, to WAIT – for the Manifestation of the Holy Spirit, “For where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is LIBERTY.”   ….for it is You, O Lord, and You alone, that set men free. (Galatians 5:1) (Psalm 90:13, 2 Corinthians 3:17) + (Isaiah 40:31, James 3:17, Proverbs 2:1-7, 1 Corinthians 3:19, ¹wcv&², my emphasis)

In Summary, this “Old Expositeer” must say,

¶ Wherever we end up in eternity, whatever our Final Destination might be, and like genders, I promise you, “there ain’t but two”, we will, All In Time, look back and realize that the thirty, sixty, or perhaps one hundred years of humanity, that we stepped out of here on earth, compared to the eternity that we have stepped into, no matter what our Final Destination may be, we will, All In Time, look back through the ages, and realize, we were only here on earth but for an hour or two…

…which brings to mind something that the Lord said to me years ago, “Can you not even pray with Me for an hour?”  (Matthew 26:40-45, ¹wcv&²)

“Teach us, O Lord, to Number Our Days, to follow after the Wisdom that comes from above, that we might forever fetch Your Divine Providence from heaven to earth² (Matthew 6:10), …for a Thousand Years will, All In Time, be to us just as it is to You, nothing more than a day when spent; when past, nothing more to us than a watch in the night” (Psalm 90:12 & 4,¹wcv&²)

Before the Fleeting Shadows that Follow Us Everywhere no longer fall upon the earth, help us to realize, O Lord, that our Final Destination, be it Heaven or Hell, is for All Eternity. 

…And that, here on earth, Without You, our lives amount to nothing more than tall tales told, like braggarts at the bar, we will have spent them sailing away with Plato on that vainglorious Ship of Fools! (Psalm 90:9)

WILDERNESS SPIRITS by Will Callery ©William & Cynthia Pub. Co. 2012 BMI

 

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