So many years have come and gone since the promise. So much heartache. So much disappointment.
The once proud light to the nations mired in dust and ruin. The once captivating is now captive.
A glimmer of hope appears – a promised child is coming. The one who would redeem all of creation is on his way.
A frightened but resolute mother dons the mantle of hope.
Another child is coming, the herald of the promised one.
He would call people to remembrance of the promise and repentance of their hopelessness.
A father’s doubt turns to hope and the future becomes the present on his lips.
“Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, because he has come and has redeemed his people.” (Luke 1:68)
These words are those of Zechariah as his son, John, known as The Baptist, was born. It is part of a song that burst from a mouth closed because of doubt, now opened because of faith and expectancy. The future becomes present to him. Redemption, still afar, is “now” in his mind.
God has been fiddling with my heart over my sense of expectancy. Michael Perkins’ excellent guest post about Ethan’s eager expectancy over his impending birthday was quite timely for me. I’ve been drawn to Steven Furticks’ upcoming book “Sun Stand Still” without even knowing anything about it. The Holy Spirit has really been pushing it on me, but I never really took a look at it until last week. I saw a video introduction for it, and it has opened up so many emotions and considerations within my soul and mind that I’ve determined to buy it.
I feel as if God is working inside deep places in my soul, re-awakening things that I had let become dormant. Like the Hebrews, whose hope for Messiah had been subdued by centuries of turmoil and oppression, visions of a magnificent work of God have been trampled down into the recesses of my own heart, dimmed and faded.
But now, they desire to burst forth, as a crowning babe, pushing towards the light of day. As if coming to term, they stretch towards life.
The future is now. God’s work, His Kingdom, His peace, His salvation are all not yet fully bloomed, but are like bristling rosebuds, beautiful in their youth because of what they promise.
The future is present in my soul.
Your Kingdom come, and your will be done.
Let me live in the present future.