“We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new.” This section of Teilhard de Chardin’s poem seems to be written just for us as this pandemic season keeps dragging on. So many of us have hit a wall, as far as patience with all the ways life has changed this past year. We are SO. DONE. with this year-plus long Lent of giving things up. And we don't know yet what the "after" is going to look like. How much does that impatience with the outer slowness of things right now mirror what is going on inside of us? What if this is a season where God is actually doing something new in YOU? How does it feel to be on the way to something unknown? Do you carry anxiety with you? Anger at the lack of control? Is there also hope? What is it like to be in these “intermediate stages”? What would it be to “Above all, trust in the slow work of God”, here, now?

Posted by Jamie Bonilla at 2021-03-16 14:27:59 UTC