Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Anticipation

It was a moment or two -- or was it a small eternity? -- before he noticed his hands were shaking.

So much so, that he had to force himself to slow down, to listen carefully, and to write as clearly as possible. This was the Big One -- and as a prophet who had had many mind-blowing revelations, he knew instinctively that he needed to write it down with great care.
"The man said to me, 'Son of man, look carefully and listen closely and pay attention to everything I am going to show you, for that is why you have been brought here. Tell the people of Israel everything you see.'" (Ezekiel 40:4)
He had been raised on the stories of when Solomon had first dedicated the Temple, and how the glory of the Lord was so powerfully present that the priests couldn't even do their normal jobs. (1 Kings 8)

And, sadly, he had been the one who saw the glory of the Lord leave the Temple after centuries of his peoples' unfaithfulness to their Covenant with God. (Ezekiel 10 & 11)

He had been encouraged and inspired after his vision of the Valley of Dry Bones -- God could and would bring life out of what looked like death. (Ezekiel 37)

But this... !

He was doing as he had been instructed by the angelic messenger: carefully writing down everything that he was being shown. Detail after detail, nuance after nuance, all the pains-taking minutia that he heard.

And then it had hit him... hard, like a bolt of lightning to the mind.
He was writing down the plans for the new Temple. Not only had God promised to bring His people back from exile, but now He was revealing the Plan for when they returned.
He swallowed hard, willing his heartbeat to slow down. He concentrated on the words of the angelic messenger; every detail was important, just as it had been when Moses built the Tabernacle (Exodus 25-28), and when Solomon had built the first temple (1 Kings 5-8).

But he could barely contain his joy as he furiously wrote. The sense of anticipation -- of expectation -- was so thick he could almost taste it.



It's 2015. Is there any sense of anticipation or expectation today?

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