Jen at Conversion Diary is hosting 7 Posts in 7 Days in an effort to get her blogging groove back. She’s invited everyone to join her. I’m starting a day late, which I suppose means I’ll finish late as well!
Near the end of June every year, the small town near us has its annual community festival. It includes a carnival with all the typical fair foods, rides and games. There is usually a 5k run and a number of bands for entertainment. But, by far, the most anticipated part of the celebration is the parade and lighting of the torch.
For almost a week prior, people mark the spots where they plan on viewing the parade. They spread blankets and leave lawn chairs. They rope off tree lawns and patches of grass and bits of sidewalk. No one messes with any of this. This tradition is expected and respected. Something good is going to happen and we are all waiting for it together.
I'm on vacation from work this week. Last week, in a number of meetings, someone would mention a task that needed to be done but would follow up that it would have to wait as "Donna will be on vacation next week." I think my ear-to-ear grin gave away just how much I was anticipating the time away.
I'm probably showing my age with this one. Perhaps you remember the Heinz commercials where the Carly Simon sings Anticipation while someone patiently waits for the ketchup to slowly grace their hamburger or fries. At the end they exclaim that "It was worth the wait!"
It seems lately we want everything now. We have instant messaging, 24-hour bank machines and grocery stores, EPTs, microwavable dinners, news in the time it takes to connect to the net, and instant oatmeal. Even ketchup bottles are squeezable so that it comes out faster.
It seems to me that there just has to be some things in life that are "worth the wait." There is value in the pause between the now and the then.
It could be the time is needed for preparation. I'm not just going to step out the door and run a marathon. If I tried that, I can pretty much guarantee I will fail epically or you'll find me near dead at the end of the road.
It may be that time is needed for something to come to fruition. That ripe strawberry is going to taste a lot better than the green one. (unless the chipmunk gets it first!) I'd much rather eat the carrot than the seed.
It could be that it is something over which we have no control. The last couple of weeks the media has been strangely obsessed with the birth of the new British royal heir. They were waiting diligently to announce his birth.
Our Catholic faith is filled with times of anticipation. During Advent we wait for the birth of our Lord. In Lent we anticipate His death and subsequent resurrection. Even purgatory is a time of anticipation; we clean and renew our souls in the faith and hope of heaven.
Hang on, baby, the best is yet to come!