More Waiting

I'm ok at waiting. I don't mind standing and waiting for my turn to buy a movie ticket. I'm not a good wait-er when something is supposed to happen NOW, like waiting for an actor to say his next line, waiting for it, waiting for it, it's not coming yet. Not now either. Missed his cue. Everything's a mess!

These weeks before Christmas, the Advent season, are uncomfortable waiting. Yeah, I'm waiting to celebrate Jesus' birthday, and I'm nearly certain that we'll sit under the tree and do the same things we do nearly every year. But I'm ALSO waiting for Jesus to come again. Like a young kid read at the Christmas program last weekend, we're waiting for a place where lions will lie down with lambs, and war will be no more. Waiting for Jesus' return isn't the same kind of waiting for something that I know will happen eventually like getting a movie ticket. It's not waiting for something that's late--like a pizza that doesn't arrive half an hour after ordering.

It's waiting in a different way altogether. It's uncomfortable and exciting.