So the old clock said..... It's time.
In all the purging that is going on from top to bottom at Bloggingham, I've found some amazing things. And there it was in a shoebox, rusty and beautiful, my grandfather's Big Ben clock.
He set his life by this clock. Everyday.
It speaks so much about him. His faithfulness. His fidelity to beliefs. To his family. His God.
His character. His integrity. And even his laughter.
I don't like clocks. In fact, I unplug mine on the weekends. I don't want to be reminded of schedules and places to go and meetings and work and the day-to-day of life's necessary duties.
I imagined him snickering at me as I lifted the clock that woke me up on cold Saturday mornings at his house when I wanted to sleep in and he was so busy busy busy....even at the crack of dawn. But something always tugged me out of bed anyway. And that something was the desire to be with him - even at the horrible hour of 5am.
It is fitting that the clock shows up now.Because it is time for the next phase of peace globes to begin.
All across the world at different times and days and hours and in villages with no clocks at time - it is time. From 50 countries and the others we will add this year, it is time.
From that creaky old floor to Bloggingham's sanctuary - it is time.
So on November 4, 2010 we will begin again.
And the clock will tick
And Papa will smile
And we will speak peace.
November 4th is his birthday you know.