Alright, a few notes on Mac's theology about time. For lack of a betterexplanation, it's not his theology. It's mine. A very minor point of my personal view of theology, but mine all the same. God and the Light are the same being for Mac, and I did use both of the terms intentionally. Each person's view, or lack thereof of God(s) or Goddess(es) are deeply personal, influenced by many factors, not limited to culture, age, and gender. It is my thinking that Mac would have been influenced by both Christian and Native American teachings. Thus, his view of God would be shaped by both ways of thinking, which are not incompatible on many theological points. In the broadest sense, God and time is one of them. I have all sorts of cool books on the topic, if you're interested, just PM me.
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That same evening found Jake some ways from home. His truck pulled up next to the cheery house that was his Grandfather's. The elderly man came onto the porch as Jake came up the walkway. "You've come to talk, then, Jacob?"
"Yes." It seemed his Grandfather always knew.
"Come on, let's have some coffee." Mac smiled and led the younger man into the house. As the coffee pot boiled, Mac asked him how he wanted his coffee. "Black is fine, thanks." The truth of the matter was, he liked black coffee well enough. He simply liked messing with Sam more.
"Suppose you tell me why you drove out here to see an old man, Jake."
"How do you know you're doing the right thing at the right time?" Jake asked.
The old man nodded. "Ah, I see. So your question isn't if you're doing the right thing, it's more about the timing?"
"Yeah. I know we're going to marry, I know it. I just want to make sure the timing is right." Said Jake.
"You know that for us, memory is important. It is this way so that we can keep our culture and our legends from being lost through time. But time is a human invention, Jake. For the Light, time does not exist. Now is always, forever. For God, time is meaningless. In our minds, it might be described as a circle, no starting point, and thus, no ending point. That's why you must listen to the voice within yourself, let it guide you on your path. That's why I've encouraged you to meditate and be mindful as you move forward with this engagement. I firmly believe that if you listen and are observant, there will be signs. Life's circumstances will guide you if only you let them." His grandfather finished.
Jake sat in silence for a moment, thankful for his advice. A few moments passed in conversation. His Grandfather was most interested in Sam's reaction to the ring that she now wore, saying that Grandmother would not be surprised to see Sam wearing it with such pride. Jake got ready to go after changing a lightbulb in the hall closet and going to the box and checking some of the breakers. As he picked up his hat, Jake had one more question. "Grandpa, why do you teach me?"
The elderly man answered this question as he had a thousand times before. "Because you are willing to listen to an old man." At this, he wrapped the younger man in a hug. "Go on, now. And bring Sam by sometime soon, please."
Jake promised he would, and left with a lot to think about. He told Sam what Mac had said, and made her promise to look for signs, too. She'd agreed, and time had moved on. In the next two weeks, school flew by, and eventually it came time for Jake's trip. Sam had asked to go. surprisingly, her father seemed to think it was a good idea. He knew she would be going to college at SNC and wanted her to see it for herself. Sam and Jake had decided to go ahead with getting married while they were away for the simple fact that Kitt had come back into town with the news that he was getting married in the next few months. Though they'd debated about it, but Sam couldn't see stealing his thunder after he'd waited so long to marry himself. She'd said "Look, we can stick with our plan, knowing that we'd have Dad's support and we don't upset the apple cart."
Jake had been more quiet than usual for a day or two. He was probably trying to gain spiritual direction, and Sam knew otherworldly concerns often distracted him. Finally, he'd seen things her way, and they'd made plans to be married in Las Vegas. Jake had agreed when he'd realized that this was the moment that his Grandfather had spoken of. Jake had done most of the planning as he knew where he was going and had the ability to look things up things on the computer that was his own. Sam had limited him by saying that no, Elvis wasn't the sort of officiant they wanted. She wanted a Methodist pastor to do the service so as to honor her mother. She hoped that Jake was only teasing, as rare as that was, when he said he'd booked the ugliest Elvis in Vegas.