There were many reasons for that wholehearted zeal which it does not fall to me to touch on here.
But one was the certain knowledge of the Lord that there were only twelve hours in His day.
Before His birth, in His pre-existent life, there had been no rising or setting of the sun.
After His death, in the life beyond the grave, the day would be endless, for "there is no night there."
But here on earth with a mighty work to do and to get finished before His side was pierced, Christ was aroused into triumphant energy by the thought of the determined time. "I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work."
What is it but the shadow of sunset and the breath of the twilight that was soon to fall?
A day at its longest...what a little space!
Twelve hours - they are ringing to evensong already!
Under that power the tide that seemed asleep moved on "too full for sound or foam."
It is always very wonderful to me that Christ thus felt the shortness of the time.
This Child of Eternity heard with quickened ear the muffled summons of the fleeting hours.
It is only occasionally that we hearken to it; far more commonly we seek to silence it.
Most men, as Professor Lecky says, are afraid to look time in the face.
But Christ was never afraid to look time in the face; steadily He eyed the sinking sands, till moved to His depths by the urgency of days, the zeal of the house of His Father ate Him up.
Have you awakened to that compelling thought, or do you live as if your sun would never set?
There are but twelve hours in the day, and it will be sunset before you dream of it.
Get done what God has sent you here to do.
Wait not for the fool's phantom of tomorrow...Act, act today, act in the living present!
~George H. Morrison~
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