The Worship of Waiting
We are surrounded by waiting. Waiting in line, waiting for the train, waiting for the weekend, waiting for the next phase of life.
We wait for answers to questions whispered in prayer. We wait for marriage when we haven’t yet met the right person. We wait for healing or relief from heartache. We wait for restoration when brokenness abounds.
And as a people, we’re not very good at it.
We long for the elusive feeling of control. It’s a sin that goes as far back as the Garden – leading Eve to take that first bite and us to try to orchestrate our lives according to our plans and purposes. We’ve convinced ourselves – in willful ignorance of our own shortcomings – that we know what’s best for our lives. We’ve exalted ourselves onto the throne of control to try to reign with feeble, futile hands.
Which is what makes waiting so hard and so holy. It takes away any delusion we have of the efficacy of our efforts. It calls us to humility as we are forced to wait on God’s timing.
It can feel cruel. To be stuck in a season of struggle or heartache or want and to not know when it will end. Especially when what we’re waiting for seems good, adding to the confusion of why God has yet to answer.
I can think of a million examples of this in my life and the lives of those around me.Waiting is such a common experience – a universal bond between believers of all the times we pray and wait, pray and wait.
But the grace of these moments goes beyond simply humbling us in our futile efforts or uniting us in shared experience. It points us to a deeper longing: the much more worthy wait of Christ’s return.
As believers, we hold on to this promise and wait for its fulfillment with joyful expectation. Which then ushers us into the worship of waiting – the expectant hope of a people grounded in truth.
This may not end our waiting. It may not bring the job or the spouse or the answers we are seeking. But it will bring perspective if we let it. It will bring hope that there is so much still to see. And it will bring freedom from the bondage of our idolatry, as we let go of our need to control and remember our good and gracious God.
May these seasons help shape our desires to align with the kingdom He’s creating. May they lead us to humility as we abdicate our thrones of control. And may each day spent in waiting – each moment of want, each ache for what’s to come – call us into the worship of waiting as we yearn for Christ to come.
[originally posted as a guest post at kirstenelsa.com]