For in just a little while, the Coming One will come and not delay. (Hebrews 10:37)
Relate: There is this crazy thing about my morning commute. Ten minutes can mean the difference of nearly an hour. When I leave my house in the morning, I have to walk about a mile down my hill to the main street. There I get on a bus which takes me all the way to Uskudar, one of the transportation hubs. In Uskudar I hop on the Marmaray for one stop then switch over to the Kadikoy-Kartal metro and ride it about halfway down the line. I then have another ten minute walk before I have arrived. If I leave my house between 6:20-6:30, my morning commute takes perhaps a little more than an hour and I am arriving about 7:30. If I leave my house between 6:30-6:40 the traffic gets backed up pretty bad on that first bus trip and I have two options: I can walk an additional 2+ miles past the bottleneck then hop on a bus and continue on my way arriving about 8:15-8:30, or I can take my chances riding through the traffic jam. Maybe it might not be too bad and I can still get to work by 8:00-8:15 or so. Maybe it will be bad, though, and it is possible I am not arriving until after nine if I don’t hop back off the bus and start walking.
If my morning has been delayed for one reason or another and I am not leaving my house until after 6:30 I can get quite frustrated. On the flip side, if I chose to leave earlier, I am now getting to work a good hour earlier than I am supposed to be there. Either way, there’s no win. The only thing for it is to find a different place to live (or work). What does Your morning commute look like?
React: God isn’t stuck in traffic. He hasn’t been delayed. He isn’t late. That snooze button wasn’t once pushed. It wasn’t even needed because He never sleeps. Sometimes, when I feel like I have been waiting for a miracle, my heart tends to forget this. Sometimes, when I am longing for that trumpet blast with a homesickness that burns deep down, my mind tries to rationalize how two thousand years can be anything but a delay. I don’t know. Anyone that tries to explain it either hasn’t thought deeply on the question or isn’t being honest with themselves. It seems like God is late.
Sometimes, in my life and certainly in His return, it looks from my perspective like He has been delayed. But that’s OK. I know that His timing is always perfect. When He finally does step into my situation and my world my perspective will be changed. I will have a whole new vantage point. Then I will be able to say from experience what I can only now claim by faith: “God’s is always right on time.”
God, Your timing is always perfect. Circumstances don’t slow You down. Situations don’t jam You up. You are always exactly where and when You should be. Help me to better understand this truth even as my heart cries out Maranatha, come quickly. Help me to learn what I need to learn and do what I can do to speed that coming.