WAITING

Hello Everyone,

As we are in Advent, my thoughts have turned to waiting. We seem to spend a great deal of our lives waiting. Our lives begin with nine months of waiting . . . expectantly. Then we wait to be able to start kindergarten. Then school. Then we count off those rights of passage like our driver’s licence, our first degree, our first job, our first house, our first child, each one proclaiming to the world that we have grown up and can take our place as responsible citizens. And yet this waiting goes on. Waiting for the next step in life. The next birthday. The next anniversary. The next project. There is an excitement in the waiting with expectations growing as the day draws near and we anticipate the fulfilment of our dreams. Sadly, as we grow older, we often feel let down. Our expectations are rarely met. Reality rarely matches our dreams. One only has to look at America to see that on a national scale. The Great American Dream became corrupted by materialism just as F. Scott Fitzgerald warned in The Great Gatsby. So I have chosen to share a recent prose poem about waiting on my home page this time. Perhaps you will relate to it. Perhaps you will see waiting in a new light – the light of Christ.