Two situations happened to me yesterday. Both were somewhat similar, but my attitude was really different in each of them.

1. I worked from 10 to 5. We always stay an hour or so after the store closes to clean up and etc. It was 6:30 and we were done, standing around waiting for our supervisor to get out of her office and lock up and let us leave. We waited until 7:15. The supervisor was doing some paper work and we had to wait for her.

2. I picked up my friend from the train station and her train was supposed to get to Montréal at 11:55pm. It was delayed and delayed again. Finally she arrived around 12:50am.

In both situations I had to wait. But my attitude was very different. In situation 1 I got frustrated. Why did we had to wait so long, locked up in the building, waiting for the supervisor to be done some paper work? I didn’t feel it was right. I had no clue when we’d be able to leave and I wanted to leave. In situation 2, the board was telling us the departure times and the arrival times, so I was told when I should start to “hope” for my friend to come. I didn’t mind to wait a whole hour for her, I didn’t get frustrated or upset. I just sat there and read.

At the train station I liked to look at the people. A certain lady was obviously upset because the train was delayed. She was walking all around, moving quickly and sighing. She tried to find comfort in talking about the situation to some strangers. A family was getting their camera ready to catch the first sights of their daughter. They were ready and waited in expectation. And there was me. Watching them. I wondered about the coming of Jesus Christ. I was reading about it actually and as I looked around, I realized that people were waiting for loved ones. Now what’s my atitude when it comes to wait for Christ to return? Am I frustrated? Am I getting my camera ready? Am I joyfully expecting Him? Hmmm.