I drove a friend and her husband to a hospital today and waited four hours while she underwent a surgical procedure that hopefully will lessen the intense pain she feels. I forgot to bring along my cell phone so there was no business by phone during this time. Reading my novel and waiting I realized how unimportant I am, a feeling of humility. When I returned home I found that I got only one phone call from a friend that was not too significant.
Coming home I rushed to get ready for our weekly Pray and Fast in the lobby of Marquette University, a Jesuit Catholic University that host training schools of Army, Navy/Marines and Air Force that teach war and killing. I rushed so much that I got to the lobby of the library a half hour early. I put out my posters and spent the hour in quiet time and prayer. After four hour wait in the hospital this waiting was a breeze.
Waiting can be a good experience if you can wait living in the presence. Doing nothing or not doing much is a good way to relax.
I will not be posting the next few days, until Tuesday night, while I take some time to do some resistance work that will mean a lot of waiting. Waiting can be good.
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