How often are we waiting for something and we don't really know what it is that we are waiting for? Even if we know what it is in a sense - because we haven't experienced it there's a sense in which we don't know what we are actually about to experience. I've been thinking about how this must have been true for those waiting in Jerusalem. How much did understand of what they were waiting for? How much was their anticipation? How much was their complacency? What did they do with the unsure feelings of what it actually was that Jesus had said to wait for?
What is true for us in the ways in which we are waiting? Are we waiting in anticipation? With complacency? Unsure of what it is that God has got for us?