There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to week and a time to laugh, a time to morn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
I can’t say I understand this passage, particularly the peace some people seem to find in it. It seems to suggest that not only do I need to know what to do, but I need to know when to do it. Not only do I need to make the right choice, but I need to make it at the right time. At times like this I fall back on the timeless wisdom of Yogi Berra: “You don’t have to swing hard to hit a home run. If you got timing, it’ll go.” There, he has reduced the difficulty by half.