“Your post is awaiting moderation” is something we bloggers see a lot.
Basically, when we comment on someone else’s blog and they have a particular setting turned on, our comments have to wait for their approval before they’re displayed. I personally do not have this setting enabled (haven’t needed it yet – don’t make me change my mind), but there’s no doubt it’s a handy little tool for the internet which, as you can imagine, is hardly lacking for spam and ill will.
Ever felt like your prayer is awaiting moderation? in heaven? For, like, decades?
Prayers have four answers: Yes, wait then yes, no, wait then no. In descending order of fun. It’s one thing to get a “no” right off the bat. At least you can deal with it then, get past the disappointment. But much of the time, God requires us to wait for the answer.
I once found it tempting to think that at least “wait” didn’t mean “no” yet. But I then found that waiting and then getting a no was even worse.
I’m committed to the idea that God cares about our heart’s desires. A responsible pastor won’t necessarily preach that too much on Sunday morning when he doesn’t know the spiritual maturity of everyone who’s walked through the door; this is stuff better left to one-on-one discipleship. But God does care. When we read stories like the twelve-year wait of the woman with the issue of blood (Matthew 9), or the one crippled by evil for eighteen, or the man invalid for thirty-eight (that’s longer than I’ve been alive, people), you remember that God’s miraculous gifts can still come for you, even now.
But even if the answer is a no, we have a choice over how we live up until the “no”.