As I roamed the ruins beside San Francisco el Grande
Church in Antigua, Guatemala, on a sunny morning, I decided to climb a set of
stairs. By the time I reached the top of the stairs I was short of breath from
the heat and the climb as I stepped into a panorama that took what remained of
my breath away. Mountains on three sides and the ruins of the church on the
remaining side, and I thought, God, you are too wonderful!
Such are the words of the psalmist. Our God is too
wonderful for our comprehension!
“I waited and waited,” the writer of Psalm 40
begins. He has been experiencing a time of trial and wonders, will it ever end.
We here, in Michigan, in the midst of a seemingly endless winter might well
ask, will spring ever arrive? What does it mean to wait patiently for God?
