Life has its incentives. Look at the market-place…some of the “hurry up and get with it” notes:
“Hurry. Supplies limited.”
“Hurry. Sales end in a week.”
“Last time for best prices.”
“Best buy ever…as supplies last.”
“Free apple pies…December 2-5.”
Ah, I bet. I bet you can add some of your own…not on your clock…but ones you can note.
Trigger point…received an e-mail today to say I need to respond in next 24 hours or my order will be cancelled. What they didn’t know is they DID fill the order…so I clicked closed. In a heartbeat.
Today. In the mix of hurry-up, in the mix of cheering for our [read that, my!] favorite team, in the mix of trips planned, in the mix of prayers for those ailing, especially family members, in the mix of wanting the new job to happen…today is the First Sunday in Advent. In the church vocab it is the first day in the start of the new year…church calendar.
Lots of themes to focus upon: love, peace, hope and joy. But. And this is hard for me, even truth pushing contrary to my life rhythm, what I hear in my heart and pulsing in my soul. Is to be patient. To not rush. And. Most of all, to realize God didn’t think of Jesus as a good idea…to be linked with the length of a cubit or if there should be eleven commandments.
Nope. God sent Jesus to give us the best example of how life should be ordered.
So. This morning…I’m not in a rush. Not in a hurry. Not to blur life or deny all its sordid realities—and they are there for sure. Rather, to be still and to know God…and to know that God is patient with me…but also expectant.
That’s it. God is patient and expectant. So, may the patience be part of my life. But not to tarry there. Rather, may I see the ways in which the word/faith can be deeds. Another way to put it…may my life not be deedless words.
A new day. A new year. Right. There’s no rush…but the expectation of our giving life its best face…