A Few More Days
At times I wish I looked forward to the return of Christ with as much excitement as I looked forward to a delivery when I was seven years old.
I admire those who anticipate the return of Christ or their own home-goings because they long to be with Him. They look forward with eager anticipation, waiting, watching for that great day.
In my life, I have waited for good things, sometimes for things that never came. Some came and didn’t satisfy. But never have I waited and hoped and prayed for anything the way I did when I was seven.
My dad was a city police officer with a wife and three boys, and although we were not poverty-stricken, we enjoyed few extras. One day, we piled into the car and went to a shop that sold used bicycles. Somewhere in the sales pitch the bike man allowed that if Dad could see his way to purchase three brand-new Schwinns, it would cost him very little more than three good used bikes. Disbelieving, we heard Dad tell the man he had a deal.
Big brother Jim was fitted for a full-sized red one. Jeff got an identical green one. Mine was identical to Jeff ’s but smaller. Beauties, they would be sent to our home the next day.
For days I raced home after school. More than once I chased a blue pickup down our street, only to see it pass our house. One Saturday I sprinted until I was breathless and saw the truck pull into our driveway and leave – with my bike aboard – because no adult was home to accept delivery.
That was the worst.
But when I got home from school Monday, Mom sent me to the garage. There it was, lined up with Jim’s and Jeff ’s. I walked the bike around, not allowed to sit on it until Dad got home and could run it up to the filling station for air in the tires. Then I rode so much during the half hour before dark that I was delightfully sore for days.
All that waiting and hoping, the disappointments, and the final delay had made my treasure only more cherished.
More than 50 years later I remember the deep ache of longing for that promise and the joy of its coming.
That’s the way I want to feel about the coming of Christ.