For all creation is waiting eagerly for that future day when God will reveal who his children really are.
Romans 8:19 NLT
I begin writing this in the waiting area outside the maternity assessment ward in a Glasgow hospital. My friend and her husband are eagerly anticipating the birth of their first child. I find myself thinking about all the ‘waiting’ in the Easter story.
Right from the entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday there must have been heightened anticipation amongst the disciples – and for Jesus himself. He seems to have been the only one who had any real idea of what was to lie ahead. At one level the events of Holy Week seem to unfold very quickly, but there must have been agonising times of waiting for Jesus’ followers.
Who was going to betray Jesus, and when? The sheer weariness of waiting in the garden as Jesus prayed. What would be the result of his arrest and mockery of a trial? Waiting for the relief of death as he hung on the cross. Living with the turmoil of inner confusion as their expectations of the Messiah seemed to be utterly squashed. The first Easter Saturday must have seemed endless.
Waiting without hope is agonising in any situation. One of the deep truths we celebrate at Easter is that, because of Jesus’ death and resurrection, no waiting now needs to be without hope. He has changed everything! Whether we are prone to ‘fear the worst’ or ‘hope for the best’ Jesus calls us to trust him, especially when our hopes and expectations seem to be dashed.
Whatever your current experience of waiting this Easter time, may you know the deep joy of the hope and expectation only Jesus can bring.
PS: Mum, Dad and baby son are all doing really well.