A Sense of Timing

 

 

“So, how did orchestra go?”  I asked my children.  Vincent, was an old hand, having played string bass the previous year and had little to say, but for Elliot and Victoria, it was as new as a fresh picked cherry tomato.

“It was OK,” Victoria said.  She is in the younger strings-only orchestra.  “Sometimes we played too fast and sometimes we played too slow.  Lots of the other players got lost and it made it hard for me to keep my place.”

“How was it for you, Elliot?”  Elliot plays trumpet and usually has a high level of confidence in his own abilities – even the amount of practicing doesn’t always quite match that confidence.

“The notes were EASY!”  Elliot said dramatically.  “I could have played them in my sleep.  The hard part was figuring out where to come in.  I think we got lost a few times, but there was only one time when Ms. DeCarlo (the conductor) called us out. ‘Where are my trumpets?  I need my trumpets!’”

“It seems like coming in on time is important,” I said.

“I’m not the ONLY one that has trouble coming in on time,” Elliot said.  “Lots of the other sections were having trouble too…”

Timing is everything, or so they say.  I have heard this said in relation to joke telling, where the pause between the end of the joke and the punchline makes a huge difference in how it is received by its audience.  It is true for an orchestra as well.

Even a small orchestra, like the Lynchburg Youth Symphony Orchestra, has 40 or 45 members.  Within that, there are different sections, each with a slightly different part to play.  It is not enough that they play all of the right notes, if those notes are not in sync with the other parts, the end result would sound more like a bunch of pots and pans dropped down an escalator than what Beethoven really intended.

One of the themes that stands out in the Gospel of John is Jesus’ impeccable sense of timing.  Early in the book, when His mother asked Him to take care of a lack of wine at a wedding, Jesus told her that “My hour has not yet come.” (John 2:4)  He mentioned this several other times through the book.

At some point, not long before His death, a few Greek-speaking Jews came, asking to see Jesus.  To this He responded, “The hour is come, that the Son of man should be glorified.”  He went on to indicate what that this glorification would come when He died. (John 12)

I read over these words and realize that God has all of the times and seasons of my life in His hands.  On my own, I would plant corn in August and lettuce in June and wonder why my harvest was so dismal in December.

Trust is not only knowing that God knows the "what" and "where" of my life.  Trust is knowing that God knows the “when” of my life too.  He will make sure that things happen right on track – far better than the trumpet section’s entrance into Saint-Saens’ Bacchanale at the Lynchburg Youth Symphony practice last week.

Candy Land

 

"What are you doing, Elise?"  I asked my four-year old daughter.

"I'm playing a game," she said.

"There's no one else playing -- she's playing against herself," her brother, Elliot said, putting in his three and a half cents.

I looked down at the game board.  Lest anyone be confused into thinking our youngest daughter is the second coming of child chess prodigy, Bobby Fischer, I saw that Elise was playing the game Candyland.

"I'm playing Candyland," she told me.  "I've won TWO games already!  I'm pretty awesome at Candyland!"

"She cheats," Elliot said, raising his input to the conversation to five and a half cents.  "She looks for the cards she wants next and chooses them out of the stack.  No wonder she finishes so fast."

I didn't really know what to say.  Candyland is not exactly a game that requires a high level of skill to play.  Most games take a mixture of skill and luck, but as far as I can tell, there is absolutely no skill needed to play this game.  I suppose that is why the game is appropriate for humans aged three and up.

I guess it is a good thing that Elise has so much confidence in her own abilities, but on the other hand, I am not sure how she could lose when she was playing herself.

Humans have a strong tendency to overestimate their own abilities.  The scientists David Dunning and Justin Kruger described this effect (now named the Dunning-Kruger Effect) in 1999.  Most people (regardless of their actual intelligence) believe they are above average, that they have a good grasp of how to effectively research scientific information on the internet and know with a certainty that their friends and family underestimate their talents.

Of course, not everyone can be above average -- in fact fifty percent of us, by definition, are below average (if not very much below average). 

The verse came to my mind, "I have more understanding than all my teachers: For thy testimonies are my meditation." (Psalms 119:99) At first blush, the author of Psalms 119 is diving headlong into the Dunning-Kruger Effect.  He is crazy enough to believe that he knows more than all of us his teachers, which begs the question, is he so smart or are his teachers just a little short on knowledge?

There is a clue here for us to pick up on.  The point here, as throughout the rest of Psalm 119, is that God's Word gives wisdom that far surpasses human knowledge.  Those who study it and internalize it are wise and gain understanding far superior to their years.

This is true wisdom.  We live in a world where Candyland players believe they can defeat Chess Grandmasters and Facebook users know more about medicine than those who have completed Medical School.  Maybe the best thing each one of us could do is close our internet browser and open a Bible, for this is the best (and maybe the only way) to have more understanding than your teachers.

The Passage of Time

 

“Dad, will you explain the theory of relativity to me?”  The first grader asked his dad.  “I don’t understand why time goes slower at great speed.”

Calvin’s dad stroked his chin thoughtfully.  “Well, Son, it’s because you keep changing time zones.  See, if you fly to California you gain three hours on a five-hour flight, right?

Calvin nodded.  So far all of this was making sense.  “So, if you go at the speed of light, you gain more time because it doesn’t take you as long to get there.  Of course, the theory of relativity only works if you are going west.”

“Wow, that’s not what Mom said at ALL!  She must be totally off her rocker,”  Calvin was shocked.

“Well, we men are better at abstract reasoning.  You go tell her that,” Calvin’s dad said smugly.

Of course, this conversation only happened in the mind of the cartoonist Bill Watterson, creator of the Calvin and Hobbes strip that ran for ten short years between 1985 and 1995.  I remember as a boy getting the newspaper and turning first to the comics to see what funny things Calvin was doing – cloning himself, making a transmogrifier, or imaging himself as Spaceman Spiff. 

It is hard to believe that it has been thirty years since Calvin and Hobbes went away.  Not exactly a blink of an eye fast, but it certainly doesn't feel like three decades ago either.

The passage of time is something that Calvin didn’t understand and not even Calvin’s dad, with all of his brilliance could truly explain.  Einstein’s theories may tell us about what time is and what happens to it when you go close to the speed of light, but it doesn’t really tell us about how humans experience time.

It seems like a brief minute ago that our oldest daughter graduated from high school, in May of this year, and we launched out into a summer full of activities and gardening and adventure.  Now, with the speed of a Formula 1 racecar entering the finall lap, it has ended and we are back to packing lunches and alarm clocks and heading off to class.

Psalms 90:10-12 is from a psalm attributed to Moses.  It says, “The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.  Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath.  So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.”

Time does go by quickly, whether you are having fun or not.  The call is for each one of us to “number our days.”  We are to use our time wisely so that at the end of each minute and hour, we can feel good about what we have purchased with that time.

The challenge is not understanding how time works, but how to better use the time we are given.  For, each one of us has just twenty-four hours each day to do good, even if we are not a master of abstract reasoning, like Calvin’s dad is.