Deborah Beach Giordano
© March 13, 2012
Jesus said, “I am the light of the world;
whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
~ John 8:12
Living near the 37th parallel (north), my experience of the variation of light and dark between the seasons is minimal. But the time change — that single hour of “daylight saving” throws my life into disarray.
There is no “saving” — but loss, as I awaken befuddled by the early sunrise and stumble through my day encountering conflicting time zones wherever I go. My computer and my phone self-corrected at 2 a.m., but the oven clock is an hour late, as is the one on the alarm system by the door.
Unless it isn’t.
Wait a minute. What time is it, anyway?
I’m late for a morning meeting and hungry for lunch too soon. Inside my car it is still 11 a.m. I spend ten minutes cracking the code to reset the clock. Then realize I don’t know exactly what time it is. By the time I’ve pulled out my phone, the auto-electronics have returned to their original setting.
I spend another 5 minutes cursing technology and reestablishing contact with the car’s computer system.
For the rest of the day I regard all timepieces with suspicion. Have they been set right, or left, forgotten?
I decide to eat dinner whenever the mood strikes — clocks be damned. And why does the microwave want to know if the time is a.m. or p.m.?
What do all of these arbitrary numbers mean, anyway? How did they gain such power over my life?
Conforming to the time as established by the larger society makes life easier. Except for the bi-annual nuisance value, it does us no harm. But I wonder what other societal norms we accept, often unthinkingly.
What of the worship of wealth, the cult of beauty, the celebration of self-absorption, the delight in aggression, the scorn for the poor, the lack of pity for the lost and the helpless? Do we stand against these things, or allow them to shape our lives?
Perhaps it is time to reset our attitudes.