Hating On All Things Slow


Having patience is like chalk squeaking on a chalkboard. I hate slow check out lines, slow cars, slow computers, slow internet connections, slow decisions, people walking slowly, slow responses, slow waiters, foods that require “simmering”, and the Crock Pot—pretty much anything that is slow I don’t like. I don’t like being patient. Why must I be patient? I think the Microwave oven is the best invention of all time. I used to think the Fax Machine was amazing. But now that the internet can transfer data at light speed I hate having to use the Fax Machine. The development of speed within our society has worked really well for my preferences. Unfortunately, it has not worked well for my soul. If there is one thing I have learned in my relationship with my Heavenly Father is that He is not in a hurry. In fact, I’m thinking that the records kept in heaven are still being done with a Number 2 pencil on paper! Recently the Lord decided to work on this area of my life while I was reading 1 Timothy 1:16. In this verse we read, “…Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience…” I felt sick after reading this part of the verse. I had heard of his unlimited love, his unlimited mercy, his long-suffering, but His UNLIMITED PATIENCE. Give me a break. Please tell me that is not what it said. I wrote down in my journal that day that I was so NOT like Christ in this manner. Currently, I am struggling with the lack of spiritual hunger in a few people whom I deeply love. My patience has worn thin on several accounts. At times I’ve taken matters in my own hands and tried to move things along. My efforts failed miserably. I am very convinced that “unlimited patience” is not in my vocabulary, comprehension, nor in my natural ability to exhibit. And yet, if I am truly going to be an influence in the lives of those around me I must display the unlimited patience of Christ. That is the bottom line of 1 Timothy 1:16. My success in becoming like Christ in this area lies in my invitation to Christ to change me and my commitment to becoming like him. I must change.

 

Are you a patient person? What does having “unlimited patience” mean to you? Tell us about moments when others were incredibly patient with you and how that affected you? I still love my microwave but the Crock Pot is slowly becoming my friend.

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