“Are we almost there?”
We’re all familiar with this stereotypical question, asked by children on road trips. When my baby brother was three, he asked this, two miles away from our house in Massachusetts as we set out to drive to our new home in Texas. Two miles, of a nearly two-thousand-mile-trip. Yeah. Not even close.
Children don’t seem to have the same sense of time and distance, haven’t yet learned to measure it.
And I wonder: are we, kingdom-children, afflicted with the same malady? The New Testament constantly proclaims the nearness of the day of the Lord — “It’s close!” they say. “He’s coming!”
Two-thousand years later, here we wait, on this, and so many promises. “Are we almost there?”
Peter admonishes: “Do not overlook this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is as thousand years, and a thousand years as one day. The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you . . . .”
We remember Peter as the impulsive one, jumping with his sword into the midst of the betrayal scene, then turning traitor himself just a few hours later, and then turning again, weeping bitterly. I can imagine him asking Jesus: “Is the kingdom almost here? Is it close? Can’t we go ahead and launch this thing?”
What patience did Christ teach Peter, as He taught him to feed His sheep? Patience when things looked closed instead of close, and “soon” took a very long time?
The Psalmist asks God to teach us to number our days, and I wonder if this is part of our spiritual growing-up, learning to measure our days and our distances, learning that “close” really does mean “close,” no matter how far away it seems.
Joining Lisa-Jo Baker and her flash-mom of writers today to write on her prompt, “close.” Use the button above to read more or join in yourself.
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