“Thank you for calling (fill in the blank). We are sorry that all of our operators are busy assisting other customers at this point. (Yeah right). Please wait and your call will be answered in the order in which it was received.”
Don’t you just love hearing those words? Probably about as much I liked hearing a few years ago, “Well Bill, that tori has to come out ($$$$$) and when it is done you will have work done on your teeth, i.e. braces. (More $$$$$$$).” That is how I feel about being put on hold.
It seems like I spend 1/2 my life on hold.
“Will you help do me do this?”
“Can I let you know?” (translated: probably not, but I want to give the “air” of thinking about it)
I do have a point to this seemingly random post. Wednesday morning I was reading this Scripture during my Encounter Time. Most people, when they read that passage, will latch onto verses 1-2. And rightly so. There is so much beautiful imagery there that makes sense to anyone pursuing an alive relationship with God. But I know some, and at times I could also fall into that box, who find verses 5-6 more their speed. It builds in intensity with verses 8-11. In all honesty, is there anyone reading this post who has not felt the sting of being “on hold” with God? There have been times verse 9 describes my life much more than verse 8.
All the screaming in the world doesn’t make things move any faster.
All the pounding of the fist doesn’t make God say, “Okay, okay. I get your point. You are royally ticked and I give up.”
All the pouting we might do doesn’t make God feel any worse for the “hold pattern”.
All the threats we throw out don’t have God back-pedaling.
All the bribes and trade-offs don’t have Him finagling in His mind on whether to take us up on our offer.
What God does want us to come to, and what we need to come to, is the reality and truth of verse 11b: “Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.”
So, rather than seeing HOLD as a bad thing, maybe we can change our perspective by adding a few words:
HOLD ON TO HOPE.
What are your thoughts on “hold?” How has “hold” been beneficial to you? What do you “hold” on to when the silence is deafening?