Empty Vaults and Other Catastrophes

In downtown Los Angeles across from a bar and around the corner from that one pet supply store, there is a bookshop that occupies the first two floors of a tall building that used to be a bank. The true embodiment of what a well rounded bookshop should be with a record section, a stage and it even has secret shelving units that open into smaller spaces, and of course that old book smell that lingers everywhere. The best part of this bookshop, however, has to be the vault. This is where the money was kept long ago, and now it holds literature (another source of great value). Upon first entering the vault one can't help but notice that in an instant, all goes quiet. The door is thick and the walls just the same, but that silence is unlike anywhere else. The stillness of this vault in this bookshop in this building in downtown LA is most definitely the exception to the bustling city outside, clamoring to make it's triumphant comeback. The hushed tones of this sacred space acts as an ever reminder of the lost art of waiting.

Isaiah 40:31 (NASB)

"Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary."

When the average person thinks about the concept of waiting (not the verb) the tendency is to think about a holding pattern, a place where time and space stop and unknown factors begin to fill in the void. Waiting isn't something we (human control freaks) tend to highlight in our day to day. Waiting is a much more passive action, one that requires well, nothing from us; or so we thought. Verse 31 of Isaiah 40 puts our understanding to shame when it points us toward new strength by way of waiting. This (as is with most things that God does) is at odds with our natural ways of understanding. We know strength building as pro-activity, as striving and straining and sweating our way towards our strength goals. But Isaiah is delivering a message to us that twists our understanding of the 'waiting game'.

As a nation (as a planet) we have been thrown into a natural man made waiting room. We never signed up for the appointment in the first place, we don't even know what to expect behind that door, but here we are in the waiting room just the same. We've seen some comply and stick to the instructions with great fortitude, while others have begun exiting the building, leaving their claw marks on the walls behind. In the same way as we