What’s the Use of The Waiting Place?

the path

I laugh to myself when I hear the doctrine of Dr. Seuss in church. Honestly, haven’t you heard Oh, the Places You’ll Go quoted more than a few times in your own worship service? Certainly it parallels life, but is it a metaphor for the gospel path, as well?

While I have not yet found the types of Christ within these verses, I can relate to those guys whose names may be Buxbam or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O’Shea, since my place on the path today—the one the world often calls middle age—looks an awful lot like The Waiting Place.

. . . for people just waiting.

Waiting for the train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come,
or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.

I’m waiting. And according to Dr. Seuss, I ought to fear this most useless place. Unfortunately, I didn’t know it for what it was until I was deep within The Waiting Place. Then, I did fear that my progress would stall. And that’s when I wanted out. Out of The Waiting Place.

If I am really honest with myself, though, I know that my Waiting Place is not really a useless place at all. For me it is a time to be given to writing and learning much.

That quiet whisper of the purpose of places along our journey come in feelings that too often we ignore. Maybe we don’t want to know that progression on our path can happen without us going anywhere.

However, from these certain vantage points, even though we’re still waiting, we see what we’ve gathered—patience, endurance and hope—to bring along when we go.

the waiting place

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2 Comments

  1. “If I am really honest with myself, though, I know that my Waiting Place is not really a useless place at all.”

    It is so good to hear someone say this. Like you, it’s something I *know* if I’m honest with myself, but I often don’t live like it’s something that I know. Advent is a good time for me to be reminded that waiting is active, not passive.

  2. Liz
    Dec 9, 2009

    We had the Sneeches read to us during a YW lesson last Sunday. Too funny.

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