They also serve who only stand and wait.
John Milton
Huehuetenango, Guatemala, December, 1995
High on the Cuchumatane plateau, I trekked on a trail up the steep mountainside
and through pastures and fields to visit farms and homes of the Indian families
who participate in a sheep project that has been of much benefit in this area.
Walking along a path through a small meadow, I came upon an old woman
sitting on a stone wall. Her deeply wrinkled and leathery brown face displayed the
effects of many years exposure to the direct sun of this high altitude.
“Buenas días, Señora, Como está usted?” “Good morning, madam, how are you?” I asked.
She smiled, showing her few remaining teeth. “Buenas días, señor! Estoy esperando la voluntad de Dios!” “Good morning, sir. I am waiting for the will of God,” she replied.
I was curious about this greeting and stopped to chat. She told me that she lives
alone. “My husband died three years ago, and I have no one to take care of
me now.”
“What about your children?”
“I have none,” she said. “I live up there,” as she pointed up the steep slope behind
me, “on the other side of that crest.”
She carried a piece of kindling wood and a small bag of food. She told me that she
was out looking for food, and I supposed that this old widow went around to her
neighbors each day asking for help in her old age.
As she spoke about herself and her life, tears welled up in her eyes. “I am 83 years
old, and I’m waiting for the will of God,” she repeated. In Spanish the word esperar means both to wait and to expect. I wondered for a moment if she was
actually expecting to be called by God that very day—or perhaps was just sitting
there in the sunshine wanting to go to heaven soon.
Then she looked right at me and said, “Dios es Grande!”
I agreed—“Yes, God is Great.” I felt comforted and assured that the Spirit was
right there hearing her real and sincere supplication to God—to take her to be at
God’s side—or just waiting to see what was God’s will for her that day.
I was warmed and touched by this brief and poignant encounter on the path
that day. Was it because her tears were so authentic and not intended to solicit
my pity? She was not asking anything of me—not begging or preying on
my guilt and asking for sympathy. No, instead she was giving something to
me—something deep within her—a simple and primitive campesina faith in the
goodness of God.
And I took even more than that gift away with me—I took
an image. I asked her if I could take her picture, expecting the usual shy and
embarrassed response of an indigenous woman. But no—she looked straight at
me, though I was not sure her eyes could perceive my image clearly. “Bueno—Tal
vez!” she said, as if to say, “Good! Maybe that’s a good idea!” It was a strong and
positive response, so we connected through the lens of the camera for a few brief
seconds, and after some minutes I bid farewell.
“May God bless you,” was the only thing I could say, to which she responded— “Gracias.”
As I walked on up the path, I thought about waiting for the will of
God in my own life, thankful for her testimony, a reminder to me.
The old Mayan woman had shown me her faith that morning, and I am sure I
was more enriched by her than she was by me in that chance encounter on a cool
December morning. After all, it is Advent—and we are, indeed, waiting for the will
of God!
. . . . . . . . . . .
When I am on a trip, I am not always on the move. There are many pauses and stops along the way. Sometimes I become impatient with the pace. I found this to
be especially true in Latin America with regard to time. I learned that a community
meeting set for 9:00 a.m. would not necessarily begin at that hour. Arriving at the
agreed upon time, often meant we could expect to wait for maybe an hour for everyone
to arrive. However, that was not considered to be wasted time, but rather a
time to look around, greet everyone as they showed up, and get to know something
about the place and the people. Politeness and relationships are more highly valued
than promptness and the achievement of an agenda.
In the same way, the spiritual journey is not one of simply ticking off a list of
achievements—an activity of the mind in which I strive to know as much about God and His purposes as possible. A more constructive use of time may be to do
what Jesus asked his disciples to do in the midst of a severe crisis. In the garden of
Gethsemane, Jesus asked Peter, James and John to watch and wait. They went to
a place called Gethsemane; and he said to his disciples, Sit here while I pray (Mark
14:32).
This was not easy for them; nor is it for me. But the prayer of waiting for the will
of God may be just that—sitting still in the presence of God, allowing the Spirit of
Jesus to pray within me—watching for the will of God.