Waiters, Part 2.

The letter to the Romans is a fascinating read/ study. It is one of my favorites. A long time ago in a life sometimes hard to remember, I studied this New Testament jewel in my undergrad days with the guidance of Cecil May, Jr.

Romans 8 is a chapter that brings me great hope. I suspect you know these verses:

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?

As it is written:
“For your sake we face death all day long;
    we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:35-38, NIV)

There’s hope for sure.

But earlier in the chapter there is another bit of hope.
Especially for those of us who wait upon the Lord.
With tears and without.

However you wait, Romans 8:18-22 says, I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the freedom and glory of the children of God.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.

We do not wait alone.

I find it comforting to know that even Creation itself recognizes the brokenness of nature. I find it comforting to know that even Creation understands our pain and heartache were never meant to be.

In John Waller’s song, While I Am Waiting, he sings of waiting patiently, hopefully, obediently, peacefully, and faithfully.

I love his song. I suspect I’d like him as a human being. But I am a long way from singing this song. At least truthfully.

I am more confident than I have been in the past that God is doing something in me and through me. But to be completely honest, I sure wish He would speed up the process.

My waiting is full of every inconsistency you can imagine.
In fact, there are things I await that will require a lifetime of living to get through. I want the then to be a part of my now, except it’s not.

So I wait.
I wait to see what God will do with my ministry desires.
I wait to see the redemption of what was to what will be.

Waiting is hard. But waiting is easier when you know there are others who wait also.

Some of you are waiting on God.
Some of you are waiting on life to be restored; some for time to be no more.
Some of you are waiting on hearts that just won’t heal; some for the time when life seems more real.

I can’t fix what you are waiting for. And you may or may not have the power to help end some of my wait.

But this I can do: I’ll wait with you.

Les Ferguson, Jr.


3 thoughts on “Waiters, Part 2.

  1. Les,

    This is one of your absolute best, and really hit home with me.

    As one who has also experienced a traumatic event (not exactly like yours, but traumatic nonetheless), I also have questions that I fully expect will never be answered in this lifetime. It is a fact that situations that some of us face are nothing short of life altering. One day your life is in an established pattern that you are accustomed to, even if not completely comfortable with. Then, in an instant, everything changes and what was your life is forever changed. We are then left to pick up the pieces of our broken lives and put them back together again, hopefully in such a way that we can continue to be productive members of society and the church. Unfortunately, as you know so well, that can be easier said than done.

    Your presentation of Paul’s words is a reassuring remainder that whatever trouble and suffering we may experience, whatever our questions may be, wherever our doubts may lead our minds to wander, even if the severity of such questions and doubts lead us to plumb the depths of our soul, a glorious home in heaven awaits those Christians who remain faithful to the end. Tragic events in our lives can certainly make one ask for what reason did God allow such a thing to happen; what message am I supposed to take from this; what am I supposed to learn from this; how am I supposed to grow from this; how am I supposed to go on with my life; and the list could go on and on depending on the person and the circumstances. Yet Paul tells us that no trouble, calamity, nor persecution of any kind can separate us from the love of God that Christians have through Christ Jesus our Lord.

    Romans 8 is a powerful chapter indeed; thanks for making it the centerpiece of your blog this evening. It was a positive and thought-provoking read for me. Perhaps somewhat like you, on a fairly regular basis I wonder why I am still here in this life; for what purpose did God decide to keep me on this earth? I don’t know yet. I’m trusting that He will reveal his answer to me in due time, and that I will be perceptive enough to recognize His answer and to act on it when it is revealed. In the meantime, I’m simply trying to be thankful for the bounty of blessings that have already come my way, and to try to not pass up any opportunity where I can do something good for my fellow man. I’m trying to be ready to accept challenges or opportunities to serve God that I might have declined before my own life-changing event. Lofty goals indeed; pray for me that I do not shrink from the opportunities.

    So, as you are waiting brother, I’m waiting along with you. Perhaps some of our questions, doubts, or fears are a bit different. Nevertheless, I’m happy to be a fellow sojourner with you as we seek answers and guidance for the remainder of our lives on this earth, while at the same time, we await the day when the trials and decay of this world are no more, being replaced with a glorious home in heaven.

    Love you brother,


  2. Love this Les!

    One thing that has become obvious to me in my waiting is how cynical I have become. That said, I do not want to be cynical. I want to be hopeful that things will get better before I die. Perhaps it is a matter of trust?

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