Waiting for Power

I have a love/hate relationship with it, waiting.

I hate waiting for others.

I, clearly, however, must love making others wait.

I’ve made a few of you do it.

What have you been doing? Over here at “mrs Melanie’s,” I’ve been lounging in the post-resurrection days. 

There was that hub-bub of Holy Week and Easter Sunday and then I nestled right down into feasting after my fast. I feasted on meat and desserts, and spring break vacating with my two men, and naps, and stacks of books just sized for skimming.

I got so feast fever oriented that I stopped most of what is even essential, work. 

He came back. Alleluia, Christ is Risen! The Lord is Risen Indeed.

And, I left him here.

Most of you did, too.

Many of my church going friends won’t even think much about it. But at some point, surely some summer-freckled hungry young one will float over to you in the neighborhood pool, ask you to baptize them, and holler out loud –

WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT JESUS ANYWAY?

You’re going to steal that thunder this year. You are. Tomorrow you are going to celebrate the Feast of the Ascension. And that kid won’t forget. No he will not. He will look to the clouds and remember what happened to that Jesus.

That kid is going to hear you tell them that Jesus left again, with that body so much like ours, yet amazingly different, too.

And rising up into the clouds and disappearing is one of those amazingly ways that resurrected body is different from ours.

You are going to wave goodbye and be sad he left so soon. Forty days was not so long. You are going to wonder if you’ll ever fly like that and when that super-God-man is coming back. You’re going to be stuck waiting alone again.

You’re going to do all this while letting go of one helium balloon.

I’ve done it many times.

And sometimes with children. And it stops me in my tracks every time. I watch it until it disappears.

And then I wait.

Pentecost power is coming. 

Ten more big sleeps.

Then the work returns.

Disclaimer: Watch for power lines and trees. Jesus left from a mountaintop, but you’ll want to find a clear balloon path if you’re in the valley!

Disclaimer #2: Jack Klumpenhower gave such good critique of my lesson plans that I’ve been busy (ok, thinking) of reworking them!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s