Simeon’s Promise

“Now there was a man in Jerusalem who was called Simeon…He was waiting for the consolation of Israel.”

Mary, a new mother, full of pride and awe, carries the infant Jesus into the temple courts. Joseph has just spent a few of their meager coins on the required turtle doves to be sacrificed for their Son’s redemption.   It is a moment of holy irony. But like so many of those moments, it goes unnoticed….

Well, almost unnoticed. But there is one man, Simeon, who is waiting and watching, expectant for that holy encounter.  Righteous and devout, Simeon tenaciously clings to God’s promise of consolation. He holds Isaiah’s prophecies close to his heart. “Burst into songs of joy together…for the Lord has comforted His people, he has redeemed Jerusalem” (Isaiah 52:9). Simeon is old, probably old enough that his eyes don’t work too well anymore. But he’s still looking for the promise. And he’s not about to miss it. God’s Spirit has given him his own personal promise—he will not die until he gets a glimpse of the Promise fulfilled. So Simeon watches with his heart. Until the Spirit’s voice tells him to go into the temple courts. That’s when he crosses paths with young Mary and her precious bundle.

Simeon knows. He sees the baby and something clicks within him. Taking the infant into his arms, he breaks out into poetic worship, praising His God for fulfilling a personal promise and a public one.

“Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,
    you may now dismiss[d] your servant in peace.
For my eyes have seen your salvation,
   which you have prepared in the sight of all nations:
 a light for revelation to the Gentiles,
    and the glory of your people Israel.”–Luke 2:29-32

As Simeon holds the Messiah in His arms, God inspires him with a deep awareness of God’s goodness and grace. Simeon had been waiting “for the consolation of Israel”, but looking into the guileless eyes of God’s own Son, Simeon sees that his expectations have been exceeded.  This is “a light of revelation for the Gentiles AND the glory of…Israel.” God’s plan is greater, his promise even more expansive than Simeon could have anticipated.

Simeon’s epiphany, his moment of unfettered praise, fills me with anticipation and hope. And it inspires me to celebrate with abandon God’s revelation and movement in my own life. Simeon waited. He hoped in the promises of God, and he listened for God’s voice, so that when God whispered “Here it is; and it’s bigger than you ever dreamed,” Simeon wasn’t brought up short by a tiny baby. Instead he took that infant promise into his arms, and rejoiced that God’s answer was beyond any of his wildest hopes in all his years of waiting.

Time for Patience

“with patience, bearing with one another in love…” Eph. 4:2  

“Come right now!” She shrieks, motioning frantically with her hands. “We don’t’ have time for this!”

He rises, from tying his shoe and slowly walks toward her, swinging his arms nonchalantly. She glances at the “Departures” screen, then at her watch, then back at the boy. With a huff, she rushes forward, grabs his hand and begins hauling him toward the hallway labeled “Gates 59-100”.

“Do you know what will happen if we miss our flight?” She mutters. But he doesn’t answer. All his energy is being expended in keeping up with her adult gait.

She sighs in relief as they enter gate 63 and line up with the passengers waiting to board. “We made it!” She gasps. He flops to the ground beside her and crosses his legs.

Do you relate? I know I do. Have you ever been so pressed for time, you couldn’t stop to be patient? What to do when rushing is the order of the hour? Does it take time to be patient?

Yes, and no. Yes, it takes time, but not any more time than being inpatient. Interestingly, I have found that often my impatience actually seems to devour time!

On Sunday I got to visit my brother, Chuck’s church with my family from Florida who were up for the Thanksgiving week end. He preached on Ephesians 4:2, and I’ve been chewing on the message ever since. “Some translations use the term ‘long suffering’ which, may surprise you, means suffering long.” He told us. So yes, patience takes time. It may take a long time. But it doesn’t rob time. Not like impatience.

Impatience takes the time we have and robs it of any enjoyment. Think about it. Have you ever seen an impatient person be joyful? Are you joyful when you are impatient? I know I’m not able to experience joy in the middle of my impatience. Patience, on the other hand, takes the time we have and gives it value. Patience breeds contentment. Impatience breeds contempt. Patience takes time and makes it sweet. Impatience robs time of any flavor save bitterness.

When I think about it, the patience of Jesus, his willingness to suffer long has brought about my eternal salvation. His long suffering for me is the sweetest gift! Isaiah tells us, “When he sees all that is accomplished he will be satisfied!” He endured the cross, because of the joy set before him. He suffered long, bearing the shame, because he knew ultimate joy awaited. As Chuck reminded us on Sunday our impatience is a result of not living out the reality of His patience with us. Jesus took time to be patient. He still does.

As I consider Paul’s exhortation, I realize once again, that what God is calling me to is better than my own way, not only for those to whom I extend patience, but for me too. Because impatience breeds death. But Jesus demonstrates that patience breeds LIFE!

When I think about it, I don’t have time NOT to be patient.


Ahh….my favorite holiday is just around the corner! I wait all year for this day. As a child my love for Thanksgiving was born. Our American History teacher brought to life the struggles of our pioneering forefathers, who through toil and loss, found great hope in the God they followed. The stories of their first Thanksgiving, beckoned me to celebrate. And when our little village gathered for a communal meal, sharing rare treats like dill pickles, olives, and pumpkin pie, I was overcome with delight. As soon as we had finished the meal, someone would lead us in the very first Christmas songs of the season—old favorites like “Away in a Manger.” It seemed like a perfect blend of thankfulness for past blessings and anticipation of future ones. Thus my love of Thanksgiving began, and over the years it has only grown.

I still look on our Pilgrim forebears from the 1600s with awe. I still marvel at how God led them, and provided for them. I am encouraged by their faith, challenged by their simplicity, and even comforted by their humanness. They weren’t perfect. They weren’t always even smart! And they weren’t always unified. But God led them and blessed them in their pioneering efforts. When they gathered for that first Thanksgiving feast, they had much to look back on and be thankful for.  They were alive! They had food! They had a structure to withstand the bitter winter. They had friends in the local tribal people! God’s faithfulness to them was evident.

As I look back over another year, I am moved to also celebrate God’s faithfulness. I am alive! I have abundant food! I have a warm home (with a fireplace) to withstand the bitter winter. And I have tribal friends all over the world!

During this year, God has provided for me to be part of training African students from 5 different countries in the MAST translation methodology, so that they can work to get Scripture in their own tribal languages. He has also allowed me to work directly with 4 specific languages in Botswana to translate Scripture and key Bible stories. And God has commissioned me with sharing His work in the world. I have spoken at 14 different events, promoting Bible translation right here in America.

Along the way I’ve been blessed to see the beauty of God’s world—from Niagara Falls, to the Northern Lights, from the African desert to the Great Wall of China. I am overwhelmed with gratefulness for all the places he has taken me and the people He has used me to bless and encourage.

And I’m full of anticipation. Because thankfulness for his faithfulness in the past, naturally leads us to anticipate His hand in the future. Thanksgiving is the beginning of the Christmas season, not just because that is where it fits on the American calendar, but because the anticipation of more always comes on the wings of thankfulness.

Christmas Already?????

Last week at an end-of-season volleyball social, my friend leaned over and said to me, “Do you know 93.3 is playing Christmas music nonstop already?”

“What!?” I exclaimed.  “Now I love Christmas, but that seems excessive!” Then I told her how as I had driven to the event I had seen a Christmas tree in the window of one of the houses that lines the main street near our neighborhood.

When my parents were young, scarcely a generation ago, the Christmas tree didn’t get put up until Christmas Eve! Now here we are with a tree up in early November? And Christmas crooners on the local radio station?

I have to wonder where it’s coming from—this push to celebrate Christmas earlier and earlier.

The quick answer I often get when I comment on the tendency to celebrate earlier and earlier, is “Commercialism! Western Capitalism at its best—sell, sell, sell! Enticing consumers to want more, buy more, and throw away more!” I can see that as a potential cause, but doesn’t it seem a bit jaded and even simplistic to conclude that’s all there is too it?

Couldn’t there be more to this than just a bid for extra shopping time and more selling of product to the anxious consumer?

I guess the reason I ask this question, is because I celebrate Christmas in little ways all year long; every 25th of every month, we do something in our home to remind ourselves that Christmas is coming. We have pumpkin pie, give goodies to a neighbor, make fudge and watch a Christmas movie, or give little gifts to one another. For us it has nothing to do with commercialism or a capitalist venture; rather, we do it because it reminds us of something special, something significant, something worth waiting for. We do it to build anticipation and enjoy a little bit of the celebration even before the appointed time—kind of like sneaking a bite of the cookie dough before the cookies are baked.

So I wonder if as a society, we stretch the limits of our holiday celebrations because we are so desperate for something to look forward to. For something good, and fun, and promising. Could it be that the tiny voice inside of each of us is whispering that God has made us for so much more than the rat race, so much more than the mundane, so much more than the daily grind? It might just be that God’s promise is calling us, beckoning us to a celebration beyond our wildest dreams. We hear it from a distance and we long for it, but we get caught up in the trappings of our own ideas of what celebration is, and dragged down by the futility of one more societal demand.

Instead, maybe we should allow the anticipation to draw us to His promises, and let His presence among us fuel our hope. Then celebrating early or any time, becomes appropriate and beautiful. It fills us up instead of draining us. It turns our hearts toward the rhythm  of his loving, gracious Gift. Because celebrating early—or any time—is really always just a tiny taste of the immeasurable glory to come.

So my advice: Celebrate early and often…because He is worth celebrating and what he has in store for us is worth anticipating!

The “More” I asked For

I recently received a new, expanded assignment, which is a really cool thing when it comes to ministry and working with Wycliffe Associates! I’m so excited about the opportunities this new position opens for me.

As the translation services director for Wycliffe Associates, I get to research the tools we are using in the field to help translators complete project; I get to find ways to make those tools more useful; I get to help develop new tools; I get to train others in the process we use for Bible translation; I get to partner with our Education Services department, our Marketing department, and our resource development team. It’s a lot. A lot more than I can wrap my mind around to be honest.

I look back and see all the ways God has been preparing me to serve him in this capacity. I see the opportunities and training he has brought my way. And I’m thankful for all the experiences of working with translators around the world; I know these have given me a unique ability to minister in this new position. Yet I sense my lack. I know I still have so much to learn!

Yesterday I had two conversations with people who are experts in the field of Bible translation and Biblical exegesis. Great conversations. But I have to admit I was paddling with all my might up stream and still couldn’t keep up. Their ability to delve into the complicated issues of translation, interpretation and studying God Word was almost dizzying–not to mention their ideas and experiences in multi-cultural situations.  By the end of the day my brain was exhausted, and all I could really think was, “I have no idea what I’m doing!”  I wasn’t as much discourage as overwhelmed.

Then this morning as I was praying I thought about all the ways that God enters into our lives and involves himself in the minutest details as we invite him in prayer. How many prayers have I witnessed him answer in awesome, purposeful, humbling ways? More than I can count for certain, and those are just the ones I was aware enough to notice. How many areas he has directed to put me right here, right now!

Thus as I think, “I have no idea what I”m doing in this position!” I hear God answer me, “You’re following me into the more you asked for!”  Oh right.  I did ask. And he is answering. So I’m following, even if my head is spinning. Because I don’t believe the mantra that God won’t give us more than we can handle. I think the “more” is always beyond my capacity to handle; and that’s what throws me on the mercy of my Savior, to lead me and form me and work through me for His good purpose. 

His Power from Reformation to Reformation

Malachi 1:11  “My name will be great among the nations from where the sun rises to where it sets. In every place incense and pure offerings will be brought to me, because my name will be great among the nations,” says the Lord Almighty.

Five hundred years ago, Martin Luther, bravely, at peril of his own life and well-being, posted his list of 95 grievances on the door of Wittenberg, Church. Thus began what has come to be known as the Protestant reformation. Martin Luther longed to spark a debate among his fellow leaders and even parishioners, that would expose the man-made components the “proclaimed gospel” of the church at that time. But God—as is so often the case—had a far bigger spark in mind. Luther’s protest of the church’s corruption moved him to begin a translation of the Scripture into the language of his people. And where the Word of God is accessible, true life change occurs.

Within four months, Luther had completed his first draft of the German New Testament even though he was not a Greek scholar! He knew it needed revisions, but he had it printed. Then he went about the task of involving other friends who were scholars in biblical languages to help edit, revise, and polish the manuscript. In a year and a half this was completed and Luther began work on the Old Testament.

God’s Word testifies that it is useful for training, correction, reproof, instruction in righteousness, and the building up of the faith! (2 Timothy 3:16; Romans 10:17). And that is exactly what Luther’s translation did. As the people of Europe began to get God’s Word in the language of their heart, change took hold. A period, characteristically known as the Dark Ages, was snuffed out, by the radiant light of God’s precious Word.

Tyndale, a British contemporary of Luther, carried the same God-driven fire in his heart. He was determined to provide a Scripture his people could read and understand for themselves, even at the peril of life. And he encouraged his potential readers to take the same view: “Let it not make thee despair, neither yet discourage thee, O reader, that it is forbidden thee —for if God be on our side, what matter maketh it who be against us, be they bishops, cardinals, popes.”1 Tyndale paid with his life for this view, but not before he had translated God’s Word into the English language.

So here we are five hundred years later—still reaping the harvest of blessing, planted by the obedience of these and other godly individuals who insisted God’s Word is intended for everyone. Tyndale, even in his wildest imagination could not have expected his work to pave the way for 100s of English translations and 1000s of translation projects throughout the world. Tyndale trusted God for more than he could imagine, and God did exactly that. Truly, “No eye has seen, no hear has heard, nor the heart imagined what God has prepared for those who love him…” (1 Cor. 2:9)

Now I get to be part of Wycliffe Associates, an organization that follows in the footsteps of leaders like Luther and Tyndale–getting God’s Word to the people of the world in the language of their heart. I get to see the faces of individuals receiving God’s Word in their heart language for the first time. I hear their exclamations, “Now I get it! Oh this is good!” and “I never new that before!” I’ve traveled with freshly printed Bibles into areas where the government forbids evangelism, and I’ve watched the lines of eager villagers, as they approach to receive their own Bible– grandmother who clasped the Bible to her heart, saying, “I can’t read it; but my grandchildren can. They know how to read. And I will give it to them so they can read it to me” and the young man, proclaiming, “This will really make a difference in my family–for my wife and kids.”

God promised his name would be great among the nations! His Word runs through out the earth, blazing a trail of glory for His name and His renown.
God has declared it…It has happened; it is happening; and it will happen.

We celebrate His past work, we participate in his present work, and we can only imagine the ways in which he will continue to build for the future when every tongue tribe and nation will be represented before his throne!

Happy Reformation Day!
1 Galli, Mark, and Ted Olsen. 131 Christians Everyone Should Know. Broadman & Holman, 2000.

God Loves me So Much

During this past year, God has challenged me to pray for more and to live like I really believe He is good, that he delights to delight his children. It’s something I have hesitated to write about and am even cautious in what I say about, because I don’t want to give the false impression to anyone that I think God is some kind of cosmic Santa Claus, just waiting for my wish list. On top of that, I don’t want to sound like I’m special so God will do what I ask.  In spite of these concerns, I cannot help but share the beauty of my God and his intimate and loving involvement in life. So please understand me when I say that I’m celebrating the sovereign God who does not bow to anyone’s whim, the God who chooses of his own goodness to “open his hand and satisfy the desire of every living creature”, the God who “graciously gives all things.” Even when the agonies of life distract and dishearten us, this is the God who loves us.

Earlier this year I read “The Hiding Place” by Cori Ten Boom about how her Dutch family had hid Jews in their home during the German occupation of World War II. She and her family all ended up in prison camps under terribly inhumane conditions. In fact both her father and sister died from the unsanitary and harsh conditions. But in that book, Cori shared numerous stories of God’s goodness in the middle of all the ugliness. She shared how the fleas which at first seemed like nothing but a curse, kept the guards out of their particular block, so that they were free to carry on prayer meetings and Bible studies. She shared how God had protected the tiny copy of the Bible that she had been able to smuggle into the prison, and how when she left, he showed her the right person to pass that precious book on to. The amazing thing to me about her testimony was that in the middle of the most traumatic phase of her life, she was able to celebrate a good God who broke through with good gifts.   In other words, her story reminds me that God’s goodness is not deflected or held at bay by the trials of this life.

This is encouraging to me, because some of the “more” that I keep praying for, hasn’t happened yet. Joel is still in agonizing pain from his neck. His probation restrictions still prevent him from traveling with me (or doing a lot of “normal” things in life.) And yet, in other areas, I see God giving brilliant gifts, that are a reminder of his love.

When I was in Alaska last week, I prayed fervently and regularly for God to give us a view of the Northern Lights. We only had 2 nights in the best area for viewing the Northern Lights and the first night was cloudy. But the second night—although originally forecast as cloudy—cleared up. I prayed even more eagerly. And God answered with an display of light across the dark canopy of night. Waves pulsed outward, and green hues gave way to gray disappearing in wisps and then reappearing in new and ghostly shapes! It was an incredible gift, a moment of beauty that was about more than lights in the sky. I watched those lights and thought, “God loves me so much!”  To some people it might have been a lucky night to be in Alaska; to me, it was a purposeful gift from the Creator of the universe.  

So I keep praying for more. I keep asking for healing, for freedom, for expanded ministry. Because I know that a good God who delights to delight His children is always about more—not always on my time table mind you—but always about the more of His good purpose.

Faith Comes by Hearing

Almost two years ago, I got to work with a team of Banjara people in beginning the translation of God’s Word into their heart language. VanKenna, a young man in the group, had come against the wishes of his family. Indeed he was an outcast in his community ever since becoming a Christian. His father was completely baffled as to why he would want to be part of this translation project. But VanKenna was convinced that the only way to bring change to his community was through the Word of God.

By the end of the workshop the team of ten translators and helpers had translated and checked the book of Acts. We were able to print these out in booklet form for each participant to take back to their villages and share with the people.

During the past eighteen months the translators have continued to work on drafting the New Testament in the Banjara language. All of it has now been drafted and this year they plan to gather in a central location and edit each other’s work before getting it printed. VanKenna has been one of the most eager and consistent workers on this project.

I have stayed in touch with one of the leaders of this project since last February but I had not heard anything from VanKenna, until last month. I sent the team leader a short survey of questions on how the newly translated Scripture was impacting the community.

This is what Vankenna had to say about the Scripture’s impact:

From the time I started the Banjara translation I was sharing the gospel  with my parents and other family members. My father, a communist and an atheist,  was against me. Over these last several months I have shared God’s Word in his own language with my father. He has become less and less resistant. A few months ago he was in a car accident and injured his leg. I was able to share the gospel with him while he was lying in bed from this injury. Now my father is a child of God; He has believed and  been baptized; once he was deadly against the scripture–today he has hope and faith. He loves the Lord, is an active member of the church, supporting the gospel and seizing any chance to witness for the Lord. My brothers too have come to faith. I praise the Lord.

Then he says these incredible words, My family is an example of what’s happening in the community!

God’s Word is doing exactly what He says it will do! Romans 10:17 states plainly, “Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God.” This truth is played out among Vankenna’s family and others of the Banjara nation.

This testimony of Vankenna reminds me of the powerful purpose of God to draw a people to himself from every tongue tribe and nation. I stand overwhelmed, in awe, undone by His tenacious grace and empowerment to invite me to play a part in his awesome plan. Truly getting to serve in the Kingdom is the rarest of gifts.

Weak Faith, Powerful Answers

“God,” I whispered as I finished packing my carry-on for my trip to Florida. “It’d sure be nice if someone would just give me a wad of spending money for my time in Florida.” I chuckled to myself as I finished. Where did that come from? I wondered. I’m going to Florida to work at WA, not vacation. What do I need spending money for? I had just completed managing our month-end business, and was not surprised to come to the end of the month  with an obvious gap between expenses and income. Since Joel’s neck pain has made it impossible for him to work, this has become pretty common. I had confidence God could handle those deficits, but it seemed a bit frivolous to ask for spending money!

Boarding the plane a couple hours later, my simple prayer was, “God please let me get a good seat.” I sighed with relief as I saw an available window seat, empty middle seat and middle-aged man in the aisle seat. Stowing my luggage I settled in against the window and opened my book.

As we pulled away from the gate, the guy in the aisle seat leaned over and commented, “Looks like we’re gonna keep this empty seat.” I chucked and nodded.  It’s always nice to have a little extra room. Then he continued with another comment about travel and vacationing in Hawaii. I answered politely but didn’t really plan to get into a long conversation with a stranger I’d never see again after this flight.

But instead as we lifted off He asked me,”What do you do that you travel so much?” Here goes.  I thought.

“Well,” I answered, “It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. Actually I work with an organization that helps minority groups around the world to get Scripture translated into their heart language.”

He drew back in surprise. His eyes wide, he exclaimed, “That’s why this seat is empty! God does this too me all the time! The Holy Spirit wanted that seat empty.”  That wasn’t the response I had expected. I thought.  But I’m open. Maybe God did intend for us to sit next to each other. After all, I did ask for a good seat.

For the next two hours, this man spoke words of encouragement and challenge, sharing his story with me, and asking questions about my life and ministry.  He spoke openly of his journey through the trauma of addiction to knowing God more intimately. He asked questions about each of my boys and husband, our life, our calling, our hopes.

As we neared Orlando, he got up to go to the bathroom; when he returned he leaned over and said, “Now you can’t say ‘no’ to this, because it’s from the Lord.”

“No to what?” I wondered.

“Just the other day I got some unexpected revenue in my business, and God told me it wasn’t for me. He said he would show me who it was for. I was pretty sure it was you, but I just went away now to talk with God and makes sure I was hearing him correctly. So I want to give you this, but it’s not me. It’s really from him.” And with that he handed me  three $100 bills! “This is just spending money.” He said. “You can’t pay bills or give this away to someone else who needs it. This is for you. Spend it on you!”

Tears blurred my vision as my almost-flippant prayer form earlier in the day played in my mind.  “I hear you, and I open my hands to show you my extravagant love,” God whispered to my heart.   Indeed he answers prayers, even those offered in weak faith.


In Spanish we have a word for active waiting, pendiente. It means to be available, to wait expectantly, but without angst, to anticipate but with patience.  It is not a rushed or stressful word. It is a pause, with an expectation of an end to the pause at some point. When I was a kid, I remember my dad saying to one of his friends who was going to be gone for the day, but assured dad he would be back that evening with whatever it was Dad had asked for, “OK, I’ll be here, pendiente.” In other words, I’ll  be around. Google translator says this use of pendiente is untranslatable into English. Hmmm, is that some kind of commentary on our hurry-up culture? The idea of waiting with expectancy, availability and anticipation but without irritation and impatience is rather foreign to us.

Alas, in spite of my own familiarity with this word and its meaning, I’m afraid the concept has often eluded me in practical application. I have waited—a lot. I have waited expectantly, impatiently, and petulantly. I have also waited without much motivation or anticipation at all—which can sometimes look like patience, but is really just indifference. This idea of waiting patiently, while still being expectant, is one I am not naturally inclined toward.

Yet, as I was looking up verses in Scripture about waiting, this seems to be exactly the posture God calls us to. Consider the following verses:

  • “I waited patiently for the Lord, then he listened to me and heard my cry.” (Psalm 40:1) So his wait was patient, but he was still crying out to the Lord, expectant of God’s intervention.
  • Wait for the Lord, be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” (Psalm 27:14) In the middle of two commands to wait for the Lord is a reminder to be strong and take heart. This is no passive wait. This is a time to develop strength and bravery.
  • “Therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. The farmer waits for the precious produce of the soil, being patient about it, until it gets the early and late rains. You too be patient; strengthen your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is near.” (James 5:7-8) James likens our wait to the farmers. The farmer knows the process. He is active in it, and yet he waits for the appointed time of harvest.

This morning I read the story of Simeon who, as Luke puts it, “was waiting for the consolation of Israel.” Luke adds, “And the Spirit of the Lord was on him.” He was waiting, and the Spirit was present. God’s Spirit was ON him in the middle of his wait. And he was active. We know this because he was at the temple. The Bible is clear—this guy was old. He had waited a LONG time. And he could have been a bit tired in both body and soul. But his wait was active, motivated by the Spirit of God on him, so that when the Spirit moved him—who had been pendiente for much of his life—he followed that lead and went into the temple courts where he encountered Joseph and Mary, coming with the infant Messiah to dedicate Him. Now I might have been tempted to think or even say, “Are you sure, Lord? This is what I’ve been waiting for all this time? A tiny baby in the arms of a teen-age girl and her carpenter husband from Nazareth?”

But that’s not his response at all. Because Simeon wasn’t waiting on his own expectations. He was waiting on the Lord to fulfill His promise in exactly His way. Thus when he saw this child his response was not disappointment but grand delight. It was more than he ever dreamed of. He had waited for the “consolation of Israel” but when he held Jesus he knew this was the “Salvation of the Lord for all people.”  What a revelation! Simeon waited actively, moved by the Spirit, and when he saw God’s answer, it was away better than he had dreamed.

This gives me hope. It gives me courage. But it also lays down the gauntlet in my own life. Will I wait for my own expectations or for the Lord? Because only when I’m waiting on the Lord can my wait be active, patient, pendiente.