“He’s taking too long,” complained an elderly Christian. “I was so hoping He’d come in my life time.” It’s our nature, as believers, to long for Christ’s return. We experience a quickening of heart when we think of the trumpet’s blast and the rush of activity as grains of dirt re-assemble into bodies. Gravity will lose its grip; millions will rise to meet Jesus in the sky. Unimaginable joy!
It’s good to long for His coming but sometimes that longing is selfish. We want our pain eased. We want sin and all that vexes us destroyed and some of us just prefer not to die. But God’s motives are pure. He isn’t needlessly slow. He’s not stalling. He’s patient like the farmer who waits for his crops to ripen before harvesting them.
This question used to be asked by a nightly news broadcaster – “It’s eleven o’clock, do you know where your children are?” To this, God replies, “Yes, they’re not all in yet. My door remains wide open until the last one comes home.”
While we wait patiently for Jesus, Peter exhorts us to “be on guard so that you may not be carried away by the error of lawless men” and to “grow in grace and knowledge of our Lord . . .” 2 Peter 3:17, 18