Meaning, I am to suppose (although my tradition doesn't really linger over this kind of theology) that if the end time is not imminent, then we can get down to making some plans.
Tarry....
Where does this word come from? Is it from the Bible?
Tarries....
I chew over it. It just sounds wrong and funny (funny peculiar, not funny ha ha) to me, although at first I cant think why. I guess tarrying just sounds a little more lackadaisical or lazy or carefree than I imagine Our Lord and Savior to be. Too much, my husband opines, like dilly-dallying, tarrying is. Like, He was on his way, but got distracted by a really astonishing field of wild flowers and had to go lie down for awhile and watch the clouds float by.
Which, now that I think about it, is maybe just what the Risen and Returned Christ should be be doing after all.
All righty then. Tarry away, dear Jesus. We'll be ready when you are.
2 comments:
I love this post.
Reminds me of the story of Lazarus, where Jesus tarries on his way. Or the interruption of the woman with the flow of blood on his way to heal Jairus' daughter.
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