Monday, January 29, 2007
A Thought on Waiting
Time has become such a noose, lightly draped over the neck of desire. With each second that ticks away incompletion solidifies in our hearts and minds. The ache groans deeper and longer as satisfaction seems irrevocably postponed. Oblivion seems just a few steps shorter as the gorge of longing digs within the enigmatic corridors of our hearts. Love is patient, love waits and pines for fulfillment but loves calls for a deep well, not a 12 oz can. In the ache, narcissism wields its ugly head and beckons the subject at hand to invert and enter into a whirlpool pouring inward and drowning all that once burned pure. There is one way alone to pull from the tattered cycle, that is to look to he who is love. In Him are hidden all of the treasures of wisdom and knowledge and He who made our hearts know our desire more than even ourselves. We are made in the image of the consuming fire and are called to dig deep wells in which the fire may rest and we rest in Him. From Him all things stem, for Him, to Him, and through him. Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart. We were made to love, let the reservoir grow.
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I will see your thought on waiting and raise you one thought. Today we were talking about Mary and Martha and the death of their brother Lazarus (John 11). We were talking about why the same exact word ellicited the such different responses. Both sisters had to wait in the ache of the delay. Jesus said that He would come and that thier brother would not die, and yet, Lazarus was gone and so was Jesus. So what happened to the hearts of the sisters as they waited? Martha had to deal with the fact that this man who she thought she knew didn't come, but Mary knew Jesus and had to wait in the tensions knowing that He is still good and yet she is still waiting. But the one who wrestled with the tensions was the one who moved the heart of God.
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