Back in the early eighties there was a popular song titled “1999”. Even if you’re not a Prince fan you’ve probably heard the song. There’s a good chance that you’ve even sung along or hummed the catchy hook, “Tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1999”.

When that song came out the year 1999 seemed like an eternity away… now that year that seemed like a millennium in the future is close to half a lifetime behind me.

Time is a peculiar thing. We wish it away as children and try to hoard every last drop as adults. But much like trying to lasso the air, time is mostly beyond our control.

Even further back in time, and what seemed like another eternity between the early 70’s and the pop music of the early 80’s, only nine years before the Prince song hit the charts, there was a song about time. That song was sung by a guy named Jim Croce.

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Croce’s “Time in a Bottle” was included on the album “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim”. It was released in April of 1972. My years on this planet at that time was still being measured in single digits.

On September 20th 1973 Jim Croce’s time on this earth ended.

I recall as a kid listening and pondering that song. By the time it was released as a single the singer/songwriter was deceased.

“But there never seems to be enough time

To do the things you want to do

Once you find them…

I’ve looked around enough to know

That you’re the one I want to go

Through time with…”

What a wonderful love song… but in the end the writer’s greatest desire ended less than a year and a half later. He wasn’t going through time with the one he had in mind when he penned the song.

Before those catchy secular songs hit the airwaves I heard James 4:14, “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”

I got the meaning of the verse back then… but not nearly as deeply as I do today…

Time is a gift. We don’t get to choose the amount of days we’re given. God knows the number of sunrises and sunsets we’re allotted. In the end no one stays in this dimension forever.

Jim Croce and Prince are gone. So are many of our loved ones. And as another year rolls around it’s a good time to ponder the limited number of days we all get.

In the end one could argue that the purpose of this life is simply to choose where we’re going to spend eternity. And that verse from the Good Book is sounding more wise as the years stack up.

I pray you and your loved ones a blessed year in 2019. I pray that you and them would know the Truth that calls to our hearts throughout our lives… every single year.

Happy New Year!!!

Oh, and I hope you’ve gained enough wisdom to not party like it’s 1999.