…to preach to the Gentiles the boundless riches of Christ… Ephesians 3:8
My grandson Sam and I were en route to visit friends in Little Plumstead, a tiny village in northeastern England. Rather than take the train, we decided on a leisurely bus tour through the glorious countryside.
We arrived at the station with minutes to spare, and Sam sought out the particular bus for our journey while I waited in the terminal for his signal. And I waited. And waited. Finally, Sam came racing in, looking to see where I’d gone.
He had been on our bus, talking with the driver, explaining that his grandmother would appear momentarily. And he waited. And waited. Finally, the driver said he had a schedule to meet and could delay no longer. He ushered Sam off the bus and left while I quietly waited in the station for word of departure.
While I waited, the vehicle that would take us to our destination up and left us. Instead of a relatively short nonstop drive, we had to purchase a new set of tickets and were put on a route where we stopped at every tiny hamlet (it seemed like dozens), prolonging and delaying our journey. At last, we arrived and were sympathetically greeted by our hosts. Yes, in Britain, you buy your ticket and get on the bus. You do not wait for an announcement and for someone to escort you to your seat. So, next time I will know.
I am wondering if we ever sit back waiting comfortably for God to tap us on the shoulder and remind us of all the provisions that are ours in Christ Jesus? Do we ever puzzle over why he isn’t overwhelming us with his grace and bounty when all the while he’s made promises that are as good as tickets in our hands?
I must remember to claim what’s already been bought for me and to put myself on whatever vehicle God has provided. If I don’t, I’ll miss the bus.
Lord, you are so merciful when I am sometimes so vague. Poke me if I sit around waiting for you to act—when you’ve already given us everything we’ll ever need. Help me to access all that is mine in Christ Jesus. Humbly, I pray in Jesus’ name. AMEN.
2 thoughts on “MISSING THE BUS”
Thank you, Marthe. I love your writings… there’s always a message in them.
Thanks, Jane. I want to be a lifetime learner – God has so much to teach us. xoxo