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Saturday, 3 September 2016

Waiting



Waiting

A child is born ... or will be, soon. 

Not without hours of anguish and pain. Not without moments of self-doubt and discouragement. Not without apprehension.

Others watch and wait. The parents and the child go through it on their own, cheered on from the ether sidelines.  Ethereal sidelines?

Through one of the nights of wakeful prayerfulness, I thought of the Father watching his beloved son give birth to the Spirit living in us as he hung in pain on the cross. Did the Father feel helpless? Or did he feel excited about the new life coming into his creation? Did he want to take the pain himself instead? Or was he, somehow, taking the pain as well? Did he long for the hours to shorten and be over? There’s no time in eternity they say, so maybe not... Can’t quite get my head around that one.

New birth doesn’t come without pain. But after the anguish the joy, the celebrations, in heaven and on earth. Praise the Lord for the renewal of life.
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