ALARM CLOCK 10: God’s Alarm Clocks

We all owe the man who invented the alarm clock radio a heart felt thanks.  I am still baffled by those who insist on waking up to obnoxious beeps or irritating buzzers.  

I still remember my first year of college, living on a dormitory floor with some thirty other freshmen.  Every morning as I walked to the shower, I would pass through a symphony—or cacophony!—of alarms all ringing, chiming, buzzing, and beeping to their own tone, tempo and volume.  Some even began softly and gradually grew louder until they became so unbearable its victim was forced to react.  

My roommate Peter, however, brought with him a high-tech stereo that would wake us up to any song we chose the night before. Instead of being jolted from a peaceful slumber by an aggravating alarm, we could drift slowly back to consciousness to the pleasant ballads of James Taylor or the soothing melodies of Enya.   There is no question which type of alarm I would rather have welcoming in the new day.  

Again, we find a ready parallel in the writings of Paul.