The Gathering and Waiting Time
Galatians 4:4 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
4But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law,
From my warm room, I look through the window and see the branches of the silver birch bend, golden leafed, a bright spray, like the tail of a comet against the damp, soft grayness of this morning. A fog curtain has dropped over the stage of my beloved fields, but in front of the misty veil, the row of black alders lining the creek, stands sentinel, bare limbed. Today they seem so still and I think of how I love to watch them dancing in summer, swaying so elegantly in the slightest breeze, like exotic elephants bearing Indian princesses aloft.
Every blade of grass is still sodden from the rain that rat-tatted on the sky lights all night like a thousand million tiny needles. Any day now the fields will be blanketed by snow, but for now they wait, in that strange time in nature between fall and winter, the gathering time; the waiting time...
Jesus came once, in the fullness of time, but today makes me think of his promised return. We too are in the gathering and waiting time--for his return, which will come, even more surely than the snow will come to Ontario in winter.
Acts 1:11 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
11"Men of Galilee," they said, "why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven."
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
4But when the time had fully come, God sent his Son, born of a woman, born under law,
From my warm room, I look through the window and see the branches of the silver birch bend, golden leafed, a bright spray, like the tail of a comet against the damp, soft grayness of this morning. A fog curtain has dropped over the stage of my beloved fields, but in front of the misty veil, the row of black alders lining the creek, stands sentinel, bare limbed. Today they seem so still and I think of how I love to watch them dancing in summer, swaying so elegantly in the slightest breeze, like exotic elephants bearing Indian princesses aloft.
Every blade of grass is still sodden from the rain that rat-tatted on the sky lights all night like a thousand million tiny needles. Any day now the fields will be blanketed by snow, but for now they wait, in that strange time in nature between fall and winter, the gathering time; the waiting time...
Jesus came once, in the fullness of time, but today makes me think of his promised return. We too are in the gathering and waiting time--for his return, which will come, even more surely than the snow will come to Ontario in winter.
Acts 1:11 (New International Version)
New International Version (NIV)
Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society
11"Men of Galilee," they said, "why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven."
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