They had waited for literally thousands of years.

From the second it was promised to their ancestor Abraham, they had all been waiting.

The nation of Israel had gone through prophets and kings like it was their job. They had rebelled and repented and rebelled and repented ad nauseum. They had been exiled. Their kinsmen had been murdered. Their children had been stolen. And then they had returned to their homeland. They had revived their old civilization. They must have thought now was the time. I imagine them turning to one another and saying, Now. It must be now. Messiah must come now.

And then — the worst possible response you could expect.

Silence.

Four hundred years of it.

They had waited and waited and waited and gotten nothing. War, wandering, murder, corruption, prophets, kings, famine, drought, the collapse, death, destruction, exile. They had been in exile for seventy years — for a generation — and when they finally returned home — are you telling me that’s not the time? After all this time, it’s not the time?

A hush falls over the heavens.

Everything is quiet.

I can almost see some of the louder ones asking where God is.

And God moves quietly in the Throne Room.
Silently intervening.
Directing, ordering, protecting, His divine hand wrapping itself around His people, and the finger of His other hand over His lips, hushing the angels who are bursting with eagerness to deliver the news.

Not yet.

A new overlord, then another. Revolutionaries. Zealots.
Maybe some of them start to think it’s time to take matters into their own hands.

Not yet.

Then, suddenly, in the least likely place, to the least likely girl —

I can almost hear You whisper, “Now. Go.”

And all of Heaven silently unfurls its wings and launches into this dusty universe with the strength and sound of wind.

We can barely hear it.

But something is new and different, and something has come, and the entire world as we know it collapses in upon itself into the new way of life.

*****

We have waited for literally thousands of years.

From the second it was promised to the group on the mountain, we have been waiting.

The world has recycled kings and emperors, generals and governments. It moves around the nations and boundaries and power like it’s constantly shuffling and re-dealing a deck of cards. We have rebelled until we aren’t really sure which way is up anymore. New languages, new nations, new technologies, new advancements, new laws. And all the while, a group of people, growing, moving, shifting, messing up, ever falling into some mysterious notion known as grace.

As the world turns, we are looking. We keep waiting. We keep thinking, Now. It must be now. It has to be now. How could it not be now?

And then — the response we probably ought to expect by now.

Silence.

But the silence is different now.

There is no boom from the heavens, no clap of thunder.
Instead, there are whispers.
A soothing hand.
A peaceful Spirit with a capital S.
Joy.
Quiet conversations between souls and this One Who once hovered over the face of the unformed deep.

This new silence.

Two thousand years of it.
And counting.

I can hear the loud ones yelling, asking where God is.
It seems like everyone is loud now.

And God moves quietly in the Throne Room,
In our hearts,
among us,
in the air we breathe.
Directing, ordering, protecting, His divine hand wrapping itself around His people, and the finger of His other hand over His lips, smiling at His Son, His eyes sparkling.

I can almost see You wink.

Not yet.

Swords. Bullets. Bombs.
War.
Endlessly.

Not yet.

Then, suddenly, in a moment we won’t even expect — 

I can almost hear You whisper, “Now. Go.”

And all of Heaven explodes with energy and light and the blare of a trumpet and one mighty roar of victory.

It deafens us with joy.

Everything is new and different, and the Something that came two thousand years ago will come again, and the entire world as we know it will collapse in upon itself into the new way of life.

*****

It’s coming.

Almost.

Not yet.

But soon.

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