Lots of people waited that night in the ER, hour after hour, after hour, after hour. As I endured my own wait, I saw a multitude of patients called back only to return a short time later to again take their place and wait some more. Anger and frustration filled the air. Time seemed to stand still.
Facial expressions lit up hearing our names called back to the treatment rooms. Such intense relief! Finally, the waiting was over.
The world waits for a miracle. The heart longs for a little bit of hope. Waiting is hard. For thousands of years the world waited for an end to its spiritual drought, its spiritual sickness from sin. A great many years passed from the fall of Adam & Eve in the Garden of Eden until the miraculous birth of Jesus Christ, the Savior.
Christ, the Final Cure. The birth that makes possible for mankind to be made right with God. Can you hear the Cure’s first cry? The baby’s sobs in the manger are a symphony of love. This child grew up vilified, misunderstood and hated. The cross was His destination. However, God sent at exactly the right time His Son, even though God knew the price to be paid for our sin. Christ still chose to come.
We no longer have to remain stuck in a spiritual waiting room. No more waiting for forgiveness. Our Gracious Heavenly Father answered our prayers for a Savior. He invites forward the patients languishing in a spiritual waiting room.
The world no longer has to wait for a miracle. Our hearts don’t need to long for a tiny scrap of hope. The solution for eternity has come in the person of Jesus Christ. The Great Physician beckons you. The wait is done.
The world waits for a miracle. The heart longs for a little bit of hope
The drought breaks with the tears of a mother; a baby’s cry is the sound of love
He is the song for the suffering. He is Messiah, the Prince of Peace has come
For all who wait; for all who hunger
For all who’ve prayed; for all who wonder
