Now once, in the end of the ages, hath he appeared to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself. He must have existed previously. As the great sun-disk may be mirrored in a tiny mountain tarn, so in the one day of crucifixion, there were set forth to men, angels, and devils, love, sacrifice, and redeeming mercy, which are part of the very essence of God. Marvelous, indeed, the rending of the veil, by which such marvels are revealed. God is called the King of Ages.
Time is probably as much a creation as space or distance or matter.
There are ages behind us, and ages before. We stand on a narrow neck of land between two seas. The first age of which we know anything is that of creation. The second, of Paradise. The third, of the world before the flood.