Timing Is Everything Once In Awhile

     One of my favorite Billy Collins poems is called The Sandhills Cranes of Nebraska. Here’s a portion of it for your enjoyment:

Too bad you weren’t here six months ago. 

was a lament I heard on my visit to Nebraska.

You could have seen the astonishing spectacle 

of the sandhill cranes, thousands of them 

feeding and even dancing on the shores of the Platte River.

  

There was no point in pointing out 

the impossibility of my being there then 

because I happened to be somewhere else,

so I nodded and put on a look of mild disappointment 

if only to be part of the commiseration.

    [Aimless Love, Billy Collins, p. 173]

     The excerpt does not do justice to the whole poem, so I encourage you to read it if you can. It only gives a hint of his wonderfully unique, dry wit, in this case, on being in the right place at the right at the time.

     “Being in the right place at the right time” is a phrase I’ve heard many times during my life. Another one I’ve heard frequently that is somewhat related to it is: “Timing is everything.” (I may have 7even preached a sermon on that—I don’t remember.)

     Some theoretical physicists and some philosophers will insist that there is no such thing as time.And, of course, in a sense they’re right.

Perhaps it’s something we’ve totally made up for our convenience or as a source for guilt or anxiety.

     One time I was late on my way to a meeting and exceeded the speed limit of 25 miles an hour while going through a familiar little town through which I had traveled many times. This time I got pulled over, and the officer wanted to know why I was speeding (which was probably by 5 or so mph). 

     I told him I was on way to a church meeting in Trenton and he said, “I’m sure God wait for you.” And, trying to be humorous, I said, “Yes, but the bishop won’t.” He didn’t give me a ticket, but gave me a firm warning in a friendly sort of way, to be more aware of my speed going through town.

     That’s an interesting study of time for me. As I said, I’d gone through that town many times and maybe I’d exceeded the speed limit before—not sure. But this time for the first time, I got pulled over—“timing is everything” I guess applies here—not sure. 

     One thing, with all due respect to our great thinkers aforementioned, in our existence on this tiny blue marble in space, time does exist and has relevance. It matters in many ways that we don’t always think about, good and bad, depending on the outcome. 

     When I was on staff at the Milltown United Methodist Church, someone of the congregation asked me if I had ever visited Cranbury and checked out their great used book store. I hadn’t so I made it a point to do just that. As a result I fell in love with Cranbury and wished that I could be appointed there. 

     Instead I got appointed to two churches in the Pinelands, which were both fine. Nice people. But I never forgot Cranbury.y66 Then a few years later I was at a preacher’s luncheon in Ocean City, and someone at my table happen to say in conversation, “Did you hear that [the minister] in Cranbury is moving to a [new church]?”

     When I heard that, I immediately got up and sought out my District Superintendent. I said to him that I had heard that the church in Cranbury was going to be reappointed. Could I please be considered for that? He informed me that my name was on the top of the list. And so it happened, and I was there for 25 years—the town that captured my heart and soul.

     Would I have gotten that appointment if I had not gone to the luncheon and spoken to my D.S.? Maybe or maybe not. I can’t say.

But as far as I am concerned, I was in the right place at the right time to make my desires known and to let someone influential know of my interest.

     I think that all of us have those key moments in our lives that come along just when we need them—whether we know it or not. It’s part of the “flow” of life. It might involve encountering just the right person, just the right opportunity, just the right circumstance, etc. Is it Divine intervention or just the way things work? Why doesn’t that happen all the time for everything in our lives, especially when we feel desperate and confused?  

     We really can’t say for sure, but for me, I go with the more spiritual explanation—that there is a Divine influence that puts us in the right place at the right time to fulfill our “purpose” in being here. Now I can’t push that idea too far for you because arguments can be made against it, I suppose. I only know that that resonates with my own view of how things work. 

     Occasionally I stop and think of those kind of moments that have made a difference in my life—that if they had not happened I wouldn’t have the life I have. I think that that’s a good exercise in appreciating our lives, if not a spiritually great way of experiencing a deep sense of joy that leads to assurance of Divine love.