It’s been a very busy week, so the posts haven’t really been flowing the way I thought the lazy days of summer back in the States would allow. I keep promising myself to be more disciplined, that I will be more faithful to post every day in August, especially when school starts. This kind of delusion has some sort of spiritual metaphor attached to it, but drawing that out sounds like a post in and of itself so I may as well bank that idea for when I’m sliding a post in at 11:58 PM in a few weeks, thinking some cyber-post-Nazi will reach out of iWeb and throughly accost my hands if I don’t post in time. This particular post, consequently, is just a small smattering of things garnered from the past week, during the days of posting silence, with likely little cohesiveness but perhaps some kind of far-fetched theme. Hey, there’s always hoping that a theme will manifest itself. I learned that iPhones do not have the ability to save the world or otherwise entirely reorder your existence into living virtuously. I feel cheated, Apple. On Monday, after several years of waiting and negotiating with my parents, I was finally cleared to obtain the coveted prize. I possess an iPhone 3G S. (I am not a fan of iPhone 4, aesthetically it looks like a clunky piece of junk. Yes, it really came down to aesthetics.) Though this device has revolutionized my life -- I get email and my text messages appear in a threaded view -- it has not brought about the Second Coming, of which I had a certain degree of confidence it would.
Oh, there’s the theme!
I had this little thought on the way to AT&T that made me, and I imagine God, laugh. I was considering the absurdity of how much I wanted an iPhone. I admit to being one of those people that get really excited over people and things, to the point that I can become incredibly hyper with anticipation. Every second on the way to the store was infinity; every red light was a hinderance to my desire. But I knew I was getting an iPhone, I was certain of it, so the waiting, though it was annoying and I would have preferred not to, was somehow motivating. Every second that passed was another moment to think on the fact that I would soon have the coveted prize. Though I waited, I waited with certainty of what was coming.
And why do I think this line of thought made God laugh? Because it didn’t take long for me to make a sermon application out of it. Now, Jesus is not my boyfriend and He’s certainly not my iPhone, but I wonder if that kind of directional focus wasn’t what the apostles were feeling post-Ascension in Acts 1. Jesus is taken up in glory and promises to return, they have no idea when, but He hasn’t been wrong about anything else, so they have a certainty about that reality. Indeed, as you read the rest of the New Testament, you can hear the anticipation in the writing, the certainty that at any moment He would be returning. It paints a rather brilliant picture, for they are on the edge of their seats, each day wondering if that day was the day but still having to go about the day as if it were like any other.
And yet, the day isn’t like any other. The days we live in now are days in which we are certain that He is coming back. We have certainty that our resurrected Lord shall return and in the meantime has given us His Spirit. So we live in expectation. We live knowing that we are, to put it crudely, getting Him, even if the seconds turn into minutes into hours into days into months into years into millennia -- He is indeed returning.
But have we lost that blessed mindset the early followers of the Way had? Are we no longer expectant? Do we expect now to die to see Him face to face as opposed to getting to see Him come in glory in our lifetime? What would it look like, how would we live, if we expected Jesus to come back today?
I don’t think that would be our license to eat macaroons all day and tell of everyone who ever hurt us. I think it would place, as we see in the epistles, a sense of urgency upon the Gospel message and a sense of needing to share. Maybe it would make us more merciful and kind, slower to anger and more generous with how we allot our time. These are just thoughts, of course. Right now, I have macaroons that need to go into the oven.