Yesterday was Fig. Tomorrow’s Maundy. Then Good. Culminating in Easter.

Today’s Waiting. Waiting Wednesday. As in knowing full-well what’s about to happen. 

You’ve read the story. Heard the ending. Cringe over the upcoming twists and betrayals. Annually astonished at the foot washing and sharing supper with a traitor. 

See the train coming down the track but it’s too big for you to stop or redirect.

Divine déjà vu. 

All you can do is wait.

Like when the baby’s on it’s way. The medicine’s thinning out the clot. The groom’s at the altar sweating for the doors to swing open.

You’re fifth in line at the gas pump. At the checkout line. On hold for customer support. 

Scratching off the last number on the ticket. Watching the dealer turn over the last card on the River. Examining your stub to see if your four digits match and the island getaway is yours.

Life wades through oceans of waiting.

Some waiting’s good. You get all tingly inside and smiley outside.

Other waiting’s horrible. A slow-motion car wreck that can’t be stopped.

Jesus waited. Knew what the next few days held. Stayed the course. Even though He’d be holding it all together by Himself.

All for you. All so you’d have an Easter everyday. 

Even and especially in your waiting.