Marking Time


And God came unto him in a dream and said, "Tonight at 11:45pm you
will die." He awoke startled. It was 11 in the morning. He had 12
hours and 45 minutes to live. A strong believer, he could not bring
himself to challenge the word of God.

As zero hour approached he began to pray more and more fervently. His
eyes were closed. He was trembling. But he was ready. He had said
his prayers and could only hope he had atoned for his sins. But the
suspense was killing him.

"When, when?", he cried, opening his eyes to see on the clock radio it
was already 12:15am, a half hour past the deadline declared by God.
He had beaten death. Even better, he had beaten God.

"What a fool I was to believe in such a silly dream", he said,
laughing hysterically with great relief, jumping high in the air and
clicking his heels in celebration.

He turned on the radio and the first thing he heard was, "In case you
have forgotten, please remember, you were supposed to have turned your
clocks back one hour at midnight."

"Oh my God", he said, "no, no, no." Turns out it was really only
11:15pm, not 12:15am. He thought he had tricked God, but God had
tricked him. A half later he keeled over dead and was sent straight
to hell on a charge of laughing at God in the first degree. No
parole.

Hope you remembered to set your clocks back tonight. Be grateful for
time, it's all you've got.

TJ