Yesterday, I was trapped in a lift. Twelve of us were crammed in a small elevator. I haven't felt this claustrophobic since I tried to find a seat at the wonderful "James Legge Christmas Musical" last Sunday. All of us, cheek to jowl, were forced to wait until the doorman and engineer could get us out. It was a relief to hear from the outside and then to be freed. Waiting is not fun, in a lift or in life. Yet Advent is the season where waiting becomes a virtue. For four hundred years Jewish people waited for a word from God. Then he sent a prophet (John the Baptist) and a Messiah (Jesus.) Ever since people have been hearing from God and finding rescue through his Son.
What are you waiting for?
