God Says Wait

April 26, 2012

“If man lived apart with Me and only went out to serve at My direct command,

My Spirit could operate more and accomplish truly might things” (God Calling, June 18).

God says wait.

We say, “Gotta do something.”

Actually, we don’t.

God says wait.

We say, “Somethings better than nothing.”

Except when it’s not.

God says wait.

We say, “God helps those who help themselves.”

Wrong-o! God helps those who can’t help themselves. That’s the whole point.

He leaves the rest of us to our own paltry efforts.

God ways wait.

We immediately start doing.

This waiting of Yours is active, not passive. More about not pressing than about doing nothing. There’s a time and a place for doing nothing, but that is another thing, apart from uttering a holy “no”. This is not just sitting on the couch, waiting for a divine presence to sweep us to our feet in a maelstrom of Christian action. That’s not waiting, that’s just lazy.

This waiting, Your waiting involves confidently following whatever ideas and thoughts and leads You give me. Confident not that I can make or force anything to work out, but that You will, in Your way and time.

Active waiting means letting You lead, waiting on Your direction, not inventing my own. It is trying out my thoughts and ideas, with less concern over their success than about determining which ones come from You.

Active waiting is me taking care of business (TCB baby!), while allowing, trusting, expecting You to take care of results. I do my part. I let You do Yours.

We must say no to opportunities and chances and possibilities beyond number. We must say no, because only if we say no and no and no again will we ever be able to shout YES!

We must wait. Ooh, but it’s hard. Waiting. Patiently. Actively. Expectently.

We must listen. Ooh, that’s harder. Listening. For God’s still small voice in the midst of the winds of busy-ness. We must be still and quiet in order to hear.

We must let God do His part. Let Him call us, direct us, command. Then and only then comes our yes. And our doing becomes a holy doing, not the worthless striving of vain, inglorious man. But the holy work of a righteous God.

There we find our purpose, our meaning, our true calling. There, living into the holy yes, we taste greatness, perhaps for the very first time.