Last night (Thursday night) as we prepared for bed, Daniel made the statement: “This has been a really long week.” I agreed, and it wasn't even over yet.

What do you suppose causes us to feel that way? What makes some nights seem eternal and others go by like a flash, whether waking or sleeping?

Suddenly, I don't know if I like the direction into which this column is heading. I'll tell you why in a minute.

For those of you who do not know, I will remind you that I almost never have any predisposed notions about what I'm going to write about when I sit down each week to type this column. I just get comfortable in my chair, pillow to my back, barefoot, and put my finger tips on the keyboard. Then it's like talking, just kind of rattling off for a bit about what's been happening during the week, or about what might be lurking in the recesses of my mind (such thoughts will occasionally jump at the chance to escape).

So, I am preparing you in advance, that seems to be what's happening this morning. The only thing I've really been thinking about since I woke up is a dream I had about my sister Tamra, a surgical nurse and about an automobile wreck and a young man who was killed — all just a dream, but somewhat haunting as it moves in and out of my mind. The man was from Ft. Lauderdale or the wreck happened there... Details are already fading.

Does that bug you, or do you find it refreshing, the way details of our dreams fade so fast once we are awake?

In a way, that's what's happening with the thoughts I keep having about time. About how fast it seems to pass, or slow. But there's more to it than that.

I like to watch time-travel movies; they fascinate me. And I have had far more than my share of deja vu experiences. You know — when you find yourself in the midst of an experience or set of circumstances or a place and you are absolutely certain you've been there before. Sometimes you (I) even know what a certain person is going to say next. Then suddenly the feeling is gone and you are back in the moment.

And that's what I'm getting at. The moment. Is it relevant? Or, is it exact? Is it frozen into some inescapable niche designed only for it in the grand scheme of things, or does it jump around?

How many of you have ever seen the movie “Somewhere in Time” with Jane Seymour and Christopher Reeves? For most, that's just a movie, a delightful though somewhat frustrating love story. For me, it was yet another reminder that there is somebody else out there who wonders like I do about the relevance of time.

The truth is folks have been thinking like this for a long time. Recall with me the words of Simon Peter in the third chapter of his second epistle: “...but do not let this one fact escape your notice, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.”

Now, tell me you haven't ever wondered about the one day and the thousand years... (By the way, that second letter, all three chapters is well worth frequent re-reads.)

For whatever reason or reasons that may be served on to our individual plates, there are moments when we wonder about many things. Aren't there?

Some of us enjoy the wonder of it all while others have no time for such foolishness. Many are too busy with the moment by moment busyness of the day to confront such thoughts. Others of us sort of have no choice but to face the strange thoughts that come our way, no matter how busy we may think we need to be.

I didn't choose to be me. Like you didn't choose to be you. But we are who we are, and we all have those things we wonder about, don't we?

Actually, I think this is going to be a very interesting day. If you dare, let your mind wonder after you lay down this publication or turn off the computer on which you are reading these words. Just let it wonder. It's a fascinating world in which we live, and a fascinating day and time...

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