As I read today’s passage, the single thought that came to my mind, apart from ‘blimey’, which is not the best thing to base a post around,was ‘I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about the second coming of Christ.’ Do you, I wonder? It’s easy to get bogged down in the here and now (there’s enough going on in my part of the world, certainly!) to not really think about the future, barring invoking Revelation 21’s promise that one day all will be different and finally well. Conversely, it’s entirely possible to spend most of life wishing for it to be over and for the next life to come, whatever that will look like.
As with most things, there’s a balance to strike between these two extremes, but even if we manage that, it’s easy for us to gloss over one of the most crucial and central tenets of the Christian faith, that Jesus is coming again. He, the Son of Man, is coming again, to finish the job once and for all of uniting God and man, physically. I have no insight whatsoever into what this will be like, or when it will be. Anyone who claims to know for sure is probably lying, or enjoying something strong and medicinal. The power of Jesus’s claim, for me, is that he is the one setting the agenda. He is coming, in his time. He has the authority, the integrity and the power to make good on his promise.
As we wait, are we brave enough to be willing to trust in that promise?