I think about all the times Jesus must have been exasperated with His disciples. Or at least I would have. I’m sure Jesus exhibited far more patience and understanding toward them than I would have.

All the times made it clear what was about to happen and they still didn’t get it. He practically spelled out the end of His life and resurrection, and got blank stares in response. They weren’t yet able to understand.

But when they saw Jesus taken up and then witnessed the Pentecost miracle, they got it. Boys howdy, did they get it. They got it so much they were revolutionally transformed into bold witnesses for Jesus who were each willing to suffer and die for the gospel rather than recant for a moment what they heard and saw.

These days, I may not understand what Jesus is up to in my life, but their witness tells me to hold on and have faith. They’d tell me to trust Jesus as they did when they didn’t understand. One day, it will all make sense. One day, it will be worth the wait. One day, the gray clouds will roll back and reveal the sunshine and all the longing and waiting will turn into joy and gladness.

Until then, I must learn trust in the waiting.