There is a moment, not measurable by the instruments of men, yet one of instantaneous indisputable change. Into this place in time are thrust all the hopes and aspirations of a changing day.

If we, by the power of our will alone, could hold back the savage sweep of the second hand,

catch it at its azimuth and hold it there pregnant with power and purpose and step into that place.

Harnessing the perfection and newness of life, claiming it as our birthright and our own

Leaving forever behind the attitudes and burdens of lives lived with regret and unbelief

Where all of the shortcomings and disappointments of yesterday are done and gone

replaced with the infinite power of unfulfilled potential and a day that has never known failure.

And should we by some wild and crazy whim believe by chance that it would be possible

to allow time to start again its steady march, second by second allowing the new day to unfold

All the while holding in our hearts that sacred place of hope that knows no sin or failure

Then, at last, we would know the life lived all day, everyday by the Christ and truly be born again.

Challenge yourself, then, you who know this instantaneous moment of pure rightness to stretch it

into two, then four. Someday, with serious effort, you might make a minute, or even an hour

Before a stray selfish thought or action of indulgence takes you from the impossible path

you try to walk in the strength of flesh alone, doing all and everything, simply because it is right.

Or choose another way, a different solution. Bathe in the blood that takes all the failings

great and small and makes them disappear forever.

As far as the West is from the East so are the broken ways of our hearts

far from the man that walks the earth and has received the Grace of God.

For every time he falls short, the clock is instantly restarted, though sometimes he does not

receive this truth, and does not always correct his course, but it is always available to him.

Receive the gift of the new day, and use it often as the imperfect seconds and hours make you feel

as if you have already failed and wasted this chance, for it is ever renewable and always yours.

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