Those flexible plastic friends, when they joined our purses and wallets, put paid to ‘waiting.’
My memory of pre-credit card days is that people tended to save up for things, and be content with planning ahead. Some things were bought on hp (hired purchase), and mortgages were OK once you’d amassed your deposit. Credit was, I guess, a kind of help yourself to a pay day loan, which you paid off interest free at the end of the month – though you could just pay the minimum and accept the interest.
And so the culture changes, and debt, known as credit, becomes a fact of life, and even of the way banks invest their assets. Then came the crunch.
And so we are re-learning to wait. Austerity. En-forced, uncomfortable (unequally uncomfortable) saving.
Waiting didn’t seem to do Jesus any harm. He was a bit of a waiting addict, to be honest. 40 days in the desert, all-nighters with his Father, and long interludes, sometimes in the busiest and most ‘successful’ periods of ministry. And doing almost absent-minded things like taking a short-cut, on foot, across a lake to re-join the team.
Go on. Deny yourself. Take up your cross and follow the man who knows to wait into solitary fellowship with Him whom he has introduced you to. The action will wait for you. you might even spot the short cuts you didn’t know were there.
And that’s it for tonight!