Immediately. The word rises off the page. In the Gospel of Mark.
Chapter after chapter.
His straight-forward style communicating. Sudden change. Right away.
Immediately.
Immediately. The word rises off the page. In the Gospel of Mark.
Chapter after chapter.
His straight-forward style communicating. Sudden change. Right away.
Immediately.
My earliest memory of waiting? “Wait a minute. Just hold your horses.”
And the minute is never a minute.
From childhood I push for immediate fulfillment of desires. Quick resolution of problems and struggles. Longing for what’s just out of my reach. The future.
I want it now.
So I hurry up! And wait.
Hot sun, blue sky. The ocean waves were high and constant at Kuta Beach in Bali that summer of my sophomore year in college.
It was a familiar place. Site of many family vacations. But no longer the empty beach of my childhood.
Tourists flocked there from all over the world. And hotels lined the ocean.