Waiting is hard.
This summer in some of my classes we talked a lot about the concept of living in the tension between the “now” and the “not yet.” It wasn’t necessarily a new concept, but it’s one of those things that has stuck with me ever since that class. There’s this tension, this waiting, that we’re all essentially in.
As Christians, we live in the now – the post-resurrection world where Jesus has come and lived and died and risen again. So we are able to become members of His family, heirs to his throne. Our identity is saint, not sinner. We live in the now.
And still, we also live in the not-yet. The world where sin still exists, where our hearts, while marked as Christ’s own forever by the seal of the Holy Spirit, are still also tainted by our previous sinful condition and the “leftovers” of our mess as we look towards what is to come. Our world is not perfect. We are not living sinless lives. Not yet, at least – not until we see Heaven in its glory and stand at the throne of God.
So we wrestle. We are Christians and yet we still sin. We want to do what is right, and yet our hearts are so pulled by the world, by our sin, by Satan.
And that tension – the now and the not-yet – we see that play out in so many aspects of our lives. This whole world lives between Jesus’ first and second comings. We, as a people, as a generation, live between the now (Jesus came) and the not-yet (He’s coming again).
It’s easy, then, to make a connection with the gospel and my life. The things I’m waiting for – things like where I’ll be this summer or where I’ll be next fall, things like when next steps in my life are happening or when I’ll fully report on campus – those things all can be met by God in the tension of the gospel.
He has set me here, where I am , with a taste of what He’s bringing me to come, but has allowed to be.
How then, do I see the gospel?
I see that there hope! There something beautiful to wait for! And yet, there is something here, and now, that is beautiful in and of itself. There is beauty in crying out to the Lord and saying, “I can’t do this alone!” and there is beauty in recognizing my own humanity of not being able to do it all. I am humbled because I am dependent.
Where does God meet me in this dependency?
He says, y
is the beauty of the gospel. Relationship with God. Experiencing His love. Knowing I can trust in Him, because He showed the ultimate sacrifice for me… because He loves me.
Jesus meets me here in the waiting.
I look to Him; He gives me life.