Tens of thousands are homeless, stranded, hungry, or displaced by Hurricane Harvey. Those that survive in South Texas and Louisiana face months and years of rebuilding their lives. They’ve escaped with their lives, but not much else. Life will forever, till their dying day be talked about as “before the flood” and “after the flood.”
It’s laughable that I’m writing about faith right now because I am in the middle of a serious faith crisis. I hit a place about two months ago where I could no longer ignore the confusion and doubt and fear intertwined with my faith. It’s not an intellectual doubt about the historical Jesus or the reliability of the Bible. I couldn’t even tell you exactly what I’m doubting, only that my way of understanding who Jesus is and what following him means is shifting. And it is painful.
Wait is a verb. It means to stay where one is or delay action until a particular time or until something else happens or is used to indicate that one is eagerly impatient to do something or for something to happen. Waiting is active not passive. Vladimir and Estragon passively wait and, well, spoiler - Godot doesn’t show. Everything they just did was pointless. Why did they wait? What did they do in their waiting? Their waiting didn’t produce anything other than despair.