At some point in time, if you follow Jesus long enough and take him seriously enough, you’ll find yourself asking, “Isn’t he coming at all?”
There you are, waiting. In an obvious place, at an obvious time. You’ve known him to show up here before, but now, this time, he seems totally absent. In the bustle of life all around you there is just the nagging silence of waiting.
I don’t pretend to know why this happens, but it does. I don’t know if it’s a test, or if it’s because Jesus wants to form patience in you, or if he’s trying to realign your expectations of him. Maybe it’s something like that. Or maybe it’s something entirely different. I at least feel more confident in saying that it’s probably slightly different for each bewildered disciple standing around wondering when he is going to come, if ever.
I also feel confident in saying that he will come. Although, the time and place and manner in which he comes is likely to be a complete surprise.
