While shopping with Julia at our favorite consignment store a couple of weeks ago, I found a necklace I love. It's "vintage," perhaps from the early 20th century. It's just beads, and very long.
And then Mary. She knew the child in her womb was the Messiah, or at least she pondered and came to the full wonder of that at last. But even Mary had to wait nine months. We mothers know what it means to have a baby, and still not have it. The baby is in you! Inside your very body! But you cannot hold it, caress it, look at it, know it. What a contradiction! We wait eagerly for that delivery day, when the baby will be ours at last.
And thus it is with salvation. Humanity waited for a Savior, and He came. Now we wait for His reappearance and our resurrection -- things certain and promised.