...Or I shall die
My family and I were returning from a vacation. My dad especially was always anxious to get home as soon as possible. So for the last leg of the journey he did not want to stop despite even his five year old son, me, protesting for the last thirty minutes of the journey that I really needed to go. Finally I started singing this little song "piddly, piddly, piddly". Someone turned on the radio to drown out my song, and the next thing we heard coming in melodic voice over the airwaves was, "Or, I shall die." We all laughed. I can still hear it in my mind: "Pidlly, piddly, piddly ...or, I shall die."
Patience is hard. It can try us. Yet there are certainly times when all we can do is wait. We do not have power over all the circumstances of our lives. The only way to survive is to trust. Sometimes there does not seem to be any end in sight. Such must have been the feeling of the Abolitionists, the Suffragettes, the soldiers fighting the Afghan War. But sometimes we do know the end will come. The car will eventually arrive in the carport. In some way or other we will get to the other side.
Winston Churchill is accredited with saying, "If you are going through hell, keep going."
It strikes me that the most striking example of patience is not Job, but Jesus. He had to deal with a far from sufficient humanity, even to the point of his brutal unjust execution on a cross. but he was not waiting on humanity to reform. His trust was in God, and God gave Resurrection.
I am impatient at this time, yet I must remember, this pandemic will end. My trust is not in the government to derive a good plan, though I hope they do. My trust is not in the medical profession to come up with a speedy vaccine, though I believe they will. In my better moments, in the words of the hymn "All my hope in God is founded; he doth still my trust renew, me through chance and change he guideth, only good and only true. God unknown, he alone, calls my heart to be his own."