I sat patiently at the table…positioned so I could see our driveway and the gravel road that led to it.
Being 11 years old, I had never been go-carting before and was more than a little nervous. My money was tucked carefully into my pocket. I felt it just to make sure.
They should be here any minute.
And so I waited, patiently waited…and waited.
They must be running late. I just needed to be patient.
My eyes, which were glued to the driveway, occasionally strayed to the clock on the wall.
5…10…15 minutes late.
Maybe I misunderstood?
30 minutes later I went up to my room and put my crumpled money away. I had been forgotten.
The next day at church there were stories of how much fun they had. I said nothing.
I determined then that I would never forget someone who was counting on me.
Now I wait…patiently…5…10…15 years. Waiting for Christ to come back again and take us home. My goal is to use my time well. To warn others of His soon return. I don’t know when, but I am sure He is coming as He promised. There is no worry that He has forgotten me.
“If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you unto Myself, that where I am there you may be also.” John 14:3 (See also Acts 1:9-11)
He has already come once. To seek and to save that which was lost….me…you. (Luke 19:10) He calls us to Himself. He is delaying so more will respond to His tender call. He is waiting so you will respond. He is patiently waiting, but He will not wait forever. Time is running out. Won’t you respond in faith today?
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16