“I remember a Jewish boy I had in a NT class for a while who said one day in a burst of real impatience and anger, ‘Don’t you get sick and tired, you Christians, of waiting for someone to come back who never comes back?’ And I found myself asking him if it to wait for a Christ who never comes back is all that much harder than to wait for a Christ who never comes at all, and in that moment we became brothers as we’d never been before, both of us Jews in the sorrow of our waiting, of our seeing, yes, sometimes a little something, somewhere, but never enough, of seeing but not seeing.”
