Out of Time by Tammy Glover
I didn’t have time to eat the breakfast that my wife cooked for me. I didn’t have time to kiss her and my two-year old daughter goodbye. I barely had time to tell my wife that I wouldn’t be able to pick up our son from soccer practice. I only had time to grab a piece of burnt toast, a cup a coffee and rush out the door.
I saw one of my nosey neighbors, trying to get my attention but I didn’t have time to be bothered. I jumped in my car and backed out of the driveway and nearly ran over my son’s bike because I didn’t have time to check if he put it up the day before, like I asked him to.
As I sped through the city, I said a little prayer that I wouldn’t get stopped by the police because I didn’t have time for a ticket that morning. I stopped at a red light and yelled at it to hurry up and turn green before the homeless man, begging for money, made his way to my car. When I got to the freeway, there was a car in front of me with its hazard lights flashing. I didn’t know what the problem was and I honestly didn’t care. All I knew was that I had to escape from this slow driving nonsense. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to see that car barreling down when I changed lanes. I did, however, have time to call out for God before the car smashed into me and I was propelled out the windshield because I didn’t have time to put on my seatbelt.
Everything went black. When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a magnificent white light. I didn’t feel any pain or fear, just complete love and peace. I never wanted to leave. I heard a voice say to me, “my heart aches. I sent you my son to bring you salvation but you didn’t have time to receive him. I kept calling you to me but you didn’t have time to listen to me. There were so many blessings that I wanted to shower you with, things that you can’t even fathom but now, you don’t have time for them. Yes, my heart is full of sorrow because I still love you even though you didn’t have time to love me back. Now, because you didn’t have time for me, you will have to spend the rest of your time out of my presence.”
In a blink of an eye, I was in hell. I was surrounded by every imaginable and unimaginable evil. My flesh was ripped and burnt. The smell of sulfur was overwhelming. It was dark and desolate. There was constant screaming. The physical pain that I felt was nothing compared to the pain I felt in my heart because I knew that I was completely cut off from God. I couldn’t hide in His presence. I couldn’t find comfort in His arms.
“My God,” I yelled out. “What have I done?”
If I had more time, I would have run towards Him, I would have shown my family how much I loved them. I would have taken the time to help someone. Life wouldn’t have been all about me.
I felt myself being lifted up and I heard a voice say, “wake up before time runs out.”
I woke up in a cold sweat. My wife slept peacefully beside me. I quietly got out of bed and took the Bible that she kept on the night stand. I sat at the kitchen table and cried tears that I never knew I had. I opened the Bible and there was a note written by my wife that read, “Praise God! I have prayed every day since we’ve been married that you would have time to open this book. Thank you, God, for answering my prayers and bringing another one of your children home to you.”
“Acknowledge God and serve him with wholehearted devotion and with a willing mind for the Lord searches every heart and understands every motive behind the thoughts. If you seek him he will be found by you.” 1 Chronicles 28:9