Lent is often described as a season of waiting—a journey towards Easter, filled with reflection, repentance, and preparation. Sometimes, that preparation is deeply spiritual: time spent in prayer, wrestling with faith, or seeking God’s guidance. Other times, it’s practical—getting things ready for what’s to come.
Today has been a day of preparation. A quiet one, but no less important. I’ve been finalizing everything for tomorrow’s café church service: refining my talk, ensuring the table leaflets are ready, and making sure the space is set for people to engage with the theme. It’s not dramatic work, but it’s essential. Without preparation, the experience of gathering, reflecting, and worshipping together wouldn’t unfold as smoothly.
It makes me think about the woman in Luke 13:10-17. For eighteen years, she lived with pain and limitation, not knowing if things would ever change. And yet, she still came to the synagogue. She still placed herself in a space where she could encounter God. She didn’t know she was waiting for healing that day, but when Jesus called her forward, she responded.
We don’t always know what we are waiting for or how long the waiting will last. But like her, we keep showing up. We keep preparing, keep trusting, keep making space for God to move. And when the moment comes—whether quietly or in ways we never expected—grace breaks in.
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