Waiting isn’t easy and I’m not sure about anyone else, but I don’t like it. The microwave doesn’t work fast enough. The computer modem is too slow. Change takes too long. Children can’t wait to grow up … and it’s just not practical to wait.
Things were different when Jesus was on the planet. He walked everywhere. These slow journeys gave the time for many life changing conversations.
Jesus did a lot of waiting too. He waited about 30 years before He began his revolutionary public ministry.
We sometimes wonder what He could have accomplished had He started earlier and had longer to minister.
But Jesus waited. He waited in the wilderness. He waited in the garden. He waited for his own execution. He waited in the tomb.
Jesus learned the rhythm of waiting. We must learn the same rhythm if we want to grow, change, and become like Jesus.
Although it seems inefficient, waiting cannot be bypassed, as much as we wish that it could. We cannot become like Jesus over–night.
Something transformational happens when a person learns to wait.
The caterpillar spinning its cocoon is not preparing a place for escape, but rather a place of transformation … a sanctuary for change. The time of waiting is actually a season of becoming.
In the dark, the caterpillar waits for the moment of rebirth, when it emerges transformed, re-formed, and very different.
Watch me. I’m making a cocoon. It looks like I’m hiding; I know, but a cocoon is no escape.
It’s an in between house where the change takes place.
It’s a big step since you can never return to caterpillar life.
During the change, it will seem to you, or to anyone who might peek, that nothing is happening – but the butterfly is already becoming. It just takes time.
– Trina Paulas
“Wait for the Lord. Be strong and don’t lose hope. Wait for the Lord.” – Psalm 27:14 (NIRV)
Perhaps the chrysalis is the substance of Hope and the evidence of Faith.
What will be is not yet; we believe that the transformation is happening though we cannot see the intricate details of the process or understand exactly how it is accomplished. We know that the butterfly will eventually emerge, entirely indistinguishable as its former self, yet the same essence in a new form. Rebirth and resurrection.
– Julie Waterhouse