kronos and kairos

Every once in a while it strikes you how time passes.   Man!  Our girl is officially big.

I've always thought that the odd way we experience time was a sideways apologia for our faith.

After all, we're not surprised that food feeds us, or that we breathe air, or that we sleep.    But —– again and again —– we're caught off guard by the way time passes.    It's too slow;  it's too quick.    Years flash by;  minutes drag.    Sometimes both together ("Can we really have been married 2 decades?   It seems like we just got married, and it seems like we've always been!").

Just as the only frog surprised at being amphibious or eating flies —– constantly surprised, throughout life —– would be the one who's a frog temporarily but is really a prince, it might be that we're surprised and ill-fit with how time passes because we're meant for eternity but are living in a temporal world. 

We're kairos-beings at heart, forced to live in kronos.    (For a time!)    Strangers and aliens, indeed.

In the meantime, what better way to bring some kairos to your kronos than to cook with someone a little further along.