March 10, 2013
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On Time Change
I know lots of people hate time change. You may be one of them. If so, take everything here with a grin.
I like time change.
If my Facebook feed is any indication, Satan himself devised time change as a torture for the poor American who just wants the freedom to live without strange clock machinations. Actually, for some this IS an issue of freedom– the ultimate encroachment of government upon the very fabric of the universe. “Government don’t got the right to move the clock!” Well, no. But yes.
I like the fact that we all run on sensible times–I really don’t want to go back to the 19th century when every local train ran on the time that was right in its own eyes. I do think the government has a vested interest in promoting order for the sake of commerce.
But really– I just like having more daylight at the times I need it. In the evening. Who wants daylight at 6am? All I do in the morning is get up and go to work. I don’t care if THAT’s in the dark.
Standard time in winter gives us a little more murky daylight until 6pm. When I lived in PA, that extra time kept me from getting off the bus in the dark at 4pm in the dead of winter. Here in the South the change isn’t so extreme–but for some reason I find it comforting to leave work in the daylight. It’s an illusion that I haven’t sacrificed all of my productivity “working for the man.”
In the balmy summer, when I want the evening hours to stretch out infinitely, soaking up the hum of grasshoppers and waves of warmth (as opposed to miserable scortching of the full sun hours), I appreciate DST. I can get that hour of happiness at 8pm instead of 6am.
Clearly, DST was invented by Italians.
Honestly, the main outcry I hear comes from Christians. Why? Because we run our churches like factories. Heaven forbid that the weekly schedule vary! It would cause confusion!
No. It would let families REST.
Truth is, there’s no reason why your church can’t have special Time Change Sunday breakfasts to fellowship around this weird modern ritual. In the spring, I’d brunch at 11 am and do a shorter service at 11:30. In fall, brunch at 9:30 and enjoy the longer morning.
Furthermore — if this Sunday wears you out, why aren’t you at home? There’s no medal in heaven for church attendance. God doesn’t love you more because you go or less because you didn’t. This isn’t a time clock to punch for the sake of your holiness reputation.
Live free, folks. If the government insists on playing with Time, in this rare case, I’m ok with that. Because I slept in this morning.
Comments (1)
Yeah. I think the last of our clan rolled out of bed at 9am. We’d have to be in the truck rolling down the driveway by then to make Sunday AM work. So, um, nope. Had a day of rest.
Setting the alarm for later this morning though, LOL.