On Sunday at 2 a.m., it's time to turn your clocks back. For one family, this annual ritual will never be the same.
One of my favorite observances of the year is almost upon us. Halloween is over, Thanksgiving is right around the corner, and Christmas and Chanukah are on the horizon, but I'm not talking about those. I'm talking about going back in time.
That's right. At the wee hour of 2 a.m. on Sunday morning, we'll all experience a taste of what Marty McFly did in Back to the Future. We'll turn back the clock one hour and get to live it all over again.
Except for Hawaii and Arizona. If you reside there, you don't get to jump in the time machine.
Of course, in reality, all most of us get from switching daylight savings time to standard time is an extra hour of sleep before we wake up for church or football the next morning. But when Sandee Jackson from Burlington, North Carolina tried to turn her clocks back, she encountered something quite unexpected. Something incredible. Something she desperately needed in that moment. You can read her story here: Hands of Time.
For me, Sandee's story makes me wonder whether there's a bit more to "falling back" than just getting more sunlight in our winter afternoons. Maybe it's an occasion we should use to remind ourselves about how precious the hours of our days are, and while we can't really live any of them over again, we can live each new one to its fullest.