I gather the essence of my message to the children and their families in this “Alphabyte” from http://biblethroughseasons.com
Clock
As old as my memory, the face of a family clock turns toward mine. In steady, relentless rhythm, the hands weave and wave the minutes in the space of each hour. The clock rests beside the person of the hour with whom I seek to pastor, to listen and share the Word of life. The face of the other one changes often—brows bent in resentment, arched in fear, bowed in weeping, uplifted in joy. So many changes beside that other changeless face that simply and silently points to the moment in the hour’s space of feeling’s shift. Wisdom comes again: A moment’s intensity is never greater than the flow of time. “This too shall pass.”