Have you ever been on hold for a while (you know, more than 2 minutes) and start getting upset? How dare whoever is on the other end think they have something/someone more important that I am. That isn’t what we tell ourselves, I hope. It is annoying to have to wait, but we don’t know what is going on. They might have spilled a glass of cold water on themselves. It’s going to be hard to talk when your voice has a higher pitch from the cold.

OK, so maybe that is unlikely, but I don’t think they are trying to be the record for keeping one person on hold for the longest time. Somewhere, we know that, but we get me-centric easily. When I have to tell someone to hold on, it isn’t because I want to (If they’re grouchy, that can be a good reason in my opinion. I try not to listen to that argument, though.), but because I have to look up the information they are wanting. I have two ears and one brain. If I have something entering both ears, my one brain starts to overheat. Add to it things going in my eyes and all the background data that comes in, and I get confused. That just means that I have to do one thing at a time, and people will have to go on hold.

Even with that, I know that sitting there waiting for the other person to come back gets old real quick. That annoyance doesn’t end with phone calls.

I know that I can’t say it, can you say that you have never lost patience waiting for God to move? Maybe you never got to the point of hanging up, but you started talking out loud. You know, like when you talk to the elevator music telling the person that they better come back on the line.

We can only see a small part of what happens, but God sees everything. Not only that, He exists outside of time. We cannot expect Him to abide by our schedules, yet we do.