Where Did the Time Go?

I’ve been thinking about Time lately.

We have so many ways to talk about Time: “no time like the present,” “don’t waste time,” “time is of the essence,” “time is precious.”  You get the idea.

But what in the world is Time?  

For centuries, philosophers and scientists have asked that question. They still don’t agree on an answer.

Sir Isaac Newton considered Time to be part of the universe’s structure, kind of  like the film strip to an endless movie.  (He wouldn’t have thought of  “movie,” of course, but I find that a helpful way to understand his notion.)  Others say Time isn’t a thing, and it isn’t an event in and of  itself.

I like Newton’s idea, which allows for time travel (and I’m all for that). But I also like his idea because I have a hard time believing that events simply evaporate. I better like the idea that once a moment is over, that moment goes into  God’s Time Storage Unit.

And if we find that celestial storage unit, we can check out a moment and relive it. At the very least, we could look at it again.

Wait, look at a moment again? Maybe that makes our memories the Time Storage units that God has given to each of us.