Waiting for the Will of God

Waiting for the Will of God

I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning (Psalm 130:5, 6).

As we came into this beautiful building today those of the class of 1962 and before may have tried to orient ourselves as to where the old C. K. Prues gym/multi-purpose building stood, the one that burned down 50 years ago during my senior year. The floor of the auditorium stood almost exactly on this spot. It was the place where we attended daily chapel. Try to imagine about a thousand folding chairs on that gym floor filled with students and faculty every day for chapel. 

 I probably listened to about 4-500 chapel talks during those years. I don’t remember any specific details of those meditations, but I do recall the deep commitment to faithfulness and the passion for service to church and society that was expressed by those many pastors and teachers who shared their knowledge, wisdom and life stories with us students, often in chapel talks.

Memories of encounters with those and other caring and questioning mentors along the way influenced me then and continue to do so to this day as I have tried to live out my life of faith and service in the world. It was during those college days when questions about what to do with our lives and what kind life we wanted it to be were spinning around in our heads. And, indeed, there seemed to be such a wide open expanse of time and possibilities ahead. The question then was this: What is God's will for my life?, and certainly that question, the discernment of God's will for my life, did not get resolved in one fell swoop! No, it continued on throughout my career and journey of faith and service and showed up in the most unexpected times and places around the world.

And now we can hardly believe it - 50 years have sped by. And so I think back on and remember some of those I met along the way here at Luther and others whom God kept putting in my path to remind me to watch for the will of God.

Some of those people on the path were long-term relationships - others were brief momentary encounters. Let me tell you of one such fleeting encounter many years ago.

One sunny morning some years ago I was walking on a trail in the Cuchumatane mountains in Guatemala. As I walked through pastures and fields to visit farms and homes of the Indian families who participated in a sheep project that had been of much benefit in this area I came upon an old woman sitting on a stone wall. Her deeply wrinkled and leathery brown face displayed the effects of many years exposure to the direct sun of this high altitude.

Buenas días, Señora, Como está usted? “Good morning, madam, how are you?” I asked.

She smiled, showing her few remaining teeth. “Buenas días, señor! Estoy esperando la voluntad de Dios!” “Good morning, sir. I am waiting for the will of God,” she replied.

I was curious about this greeting and stopped to chat. She told me that she lives alone. “My husband died three years ago, and I have no one to take care of me now.”

“What about your children?”

“I have none,” she said. “I live up there,” as she pointed up the steep slope behind me, “on the other side of that crest.” And I could imagine the humbleness of her abode.. very little of the material things of this world, a dirt floor, a thatch roof, adobe walls.

She carried a piece of kindling wood and a small bag of food. She told me that she was out looking for food and I supposed that this old widow went around to her neighbors each day asking for help in her old age. And surely her neighbors would have shared with her as is the custom in that Mayan culture.

As she spoke about herself and her life, tears welled up in her eyes. “I am 83 years old, and I’m waiting for the will of God,” she repeated. In Spanish the word esperar means both to wait and to expect. I wondered for a moment if she was actually expecting to be called by God that very day—but I rather suspect that her attitude was just an openness to the Spirit of God every single day of her life.

Then she looked right at me and said, “Dios es Grande!”

I agreed—“Yes, God is Great.” I felt comforted and assured that the Spirit was right there hearing her real and sincere supplication to God—to take her to be at God’s side—or just waiting to see what was God’s will for her that day, a habit of a life time.

I was warmed and touched by that brief and poignant encounter on the path that day. Was it because her tears were so authentic and not intended to solicit my pity? She was not asking anything of me—not begging nor preying on my guilt and asking for sympathy. No, instead she was giving something to me—something deep within her—a simple and primitive campesina faith in the goodness of God.  

 As I departed I said, “May God bless you,” and she responded—“And to you-Gracias.”

Walking on up the path that morning I thought about waiting for the will of God in my own life, thankful for her testimony; a reminder to me. And since that brief encounter on the path her image and witness to me has come back into my consciousness many time over the years, perhaps the prompting of the Spirit.

The old Mayan woman had shown me her faith that morning and I am sure I was more enriched by her than she was by me in that chance encounter on a cool December morning.

When I am on a trip, I am not always on the move. There are many pauses and stops along the way. Sometimes I become impatient with the pace. I found this to be especially true in Latin America with regard to time. Politeness and relationships are more highly valued than promptness and the achievement of an agenda. Taking time to chat, to listen, to be quiet and to wait patiently are important values.

This was not easy for me. But the prayer of waiting for the will of God may be just that—sitting still in the presence of God, allowing the Spirit of Jesus to pray within me—watching for the will of God.

In writing about waiting prayer, Sue Monk Kidd said:

[Waiting prayer] has little to do with petition and intercession and getting God to fix things. . . . We place ourselves in postures of the heart, in the stillness that enables us to become aware of what God is doing so that we can gradually say yes to it with our whole being. . . . Attentiveness is vital to waiting. The word wait comes from a root word meaning “to watch.” To wait on God means to watch keenly for God’s coming. Watchers and waiters were nearly synonymous.[i]

Earlier I said that I do not remember the specifics of all those chapel talks I heard as a student here at Luther, but that's not quite true.

At the conclusion of each of his talks, campus Pastor Gordon Selbo always finished with this question: “And what about you?” He wanted to bring the point of the message and the Scripture text right back to us and challenge us to ponder its meaning and application to our lives.

So, I leave you with that same question. What about you? What about you as you wait and watch today, these days, this year and the years to come for is the will of God for your life?

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[i] Kidd, Sue Monk, When the Heart Waits, San Francisco, Harper, 1992. pp 129, 130. Used by permission.