Being on staff at a church, I experience emotions ranging from apathy to frustration when it come to punctuality. It seems that a lot of people are late. It happens on Sunday morning. It happens on Wednesday night. It happens.
I wondered why this was so and why it was so bad. Then I went to Kenya. At each church service on Sunday morning that I attended, I couldn’t help but notice the same problem.
It seems that wherever you are in the world, a lot of people are late.
In my life, I try to respect other people’s time by being on time; and conversely, grant mercy to other that are late in meeting me. In reality, this doesn’t always work as well as I’d like, but it’s what I would aspire to.
There’s an old saying from someone very wise that goes, “On time is when I get there.” Or maybe it was just a bumper sticker. Either way, that seems to be the rationale.