The Waiting Game

 

The sky has clamped down on earth like a stainless-steel dome. The winds of the second storm have died, and all seems still and quiet. Bare trees which withstood the blasts of the last fortnight continue to stretch skywards, listless and empty. A scene in dull shades, with only the fading green grass of the fields to break up the monochrome.

I remember as a child making calendars to mark off the days until school vacations. Each day I would come home and happily score a cross through that day until at last the waiting was over.

Jesus addressed the challenge of waiting. ‘Watch out for doomsday deceivers,’ he warned. ‘Stay with it to the end.’

Advent is all about waiting. It falls in the middle of our annual seasonal wait for spring.

As we stay with it, we pray. Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus.