Word to Your Mom

a few weeks back a sweet old couple came into my work. there was something about the way the two interacted and how their frail bodies slowly moved around the office that brought tears to my eyes. it made me think that life is fleeting and ever so precious. our time here is sort, death is upon us, and sin has yet to be completely defeated. and yet there is beauty in our dying bodies and joy in knowing that we do not need to fear death... it's has already been defeated.

sometimes i wonder if we expect God to be a fast moving God. Jesus' ministry lasted only 3 years and most of the believers at the time expected Jesus to return immediately. maybe we just want him to move fast... maybe we just want to get things over with so we can see the fruit of our labor... so we can feel important...

i was thinking about the gospel of mark the other day. i thought about how painful it must have been for him to write the gospel assuming that Jesus will return soon and yet have to live through the destruction of the temple, only to find out that Jesus is actually not going to return in his life time. he must of died hoping and waiting for the Lord's return. what else was he going to do, but wait?

i'm starting to realizing that the art of waiting is what keeps hope alive.