Acts 1:1-11 · Jesus Taken Up Into Heaven
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Acts 1:1-11
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by King Duncan
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A small boy had been told that he must always wait patiently till he was served at meals, and not draw attention to himself.  One day he was eating at a friend's house with his mother, and somehow he was accidentally overlooked. Nobody noticed, and for a time he was patient, but at last he could stand it no longer. Leaning across to his mother, he said in an audible whisper: 

"Mother, do little boys who starve to death go to heaven?" 

That little fellow was more patient than most of us. I read recently that only nine percent of adults are willing to wait more than five minutes for a waiter to ask for their beverage order; 20 percent can bear only one minute. (1)

We don't like to wait. We are people who want instant gratification. Officer Aaron Graham of Louisville, Kentucky, tells of a woman who was strolling through a park en route to a company picnic. Swinging from her shoulder was her trusty Polaroid camera, all loaded and ready to catch some candid shots of this wacky annual summer get-together. The sun was setting, and the sky was ablaze with color as a breeze cooled the evening air. It was one of those relaxing evenings when you can't help but let your guard down just a little. Suddenly, the woman heard running footsteps. Then someone jerked her arm and grabbed the camera. A patrol officer responded to the woman's screams and set out on foot in pursuit of the young thieves. While he ran, he radioed in a physical description of the perpetrators and their general direction of flight. 

Meanwhile, in a small wooded grove not a quarter of a mile away, the thieves were checking out the camera. But something was wrong. They took each other's pictures easily enough, but the film that emerged from the camera was black. Disgusted, they tossed the photos and headed for the pawnshop to see what they could get for the malfunctioning camera. Several police units and several bicycle and horse-mounted officers were close behind, forming a perimeter as our foot patrol officer stumbled into the grove of trees. There, lying at his feet, were the quickly developing Polaroid photos of the culprits. The officer knew he must be less than a minute behind them because the developing process was just finishing. The two boys were nabbed about a half-mile away as they photographed squirrels. But they were still having problems. They would shoot a photo, look at it, and toss it down, grumbling, "Darn camera doesn't work!" The trail of photos they left behind worked better than a trail of bread crumbs . . . (2) 

These young thieves did not realize that with a Polaroid, you must wait. They didn't want to wait. Neither do we.

Over a period of forty days after his resurrection Luke tells us that Christ appeared to many of the believers. During this time he was teaching them about the Kingdom of God. On one occasion he said to them, "Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the gift my Father promised, which you have heard me speak about. For John baptized with water, but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit."

I. "Wait." 

He said to them, "Wait.". Lawrence O. Richards makes the point that the disciples must have chafed at Jesus' instructions to "wait for the promise of the Father" in Jerusalem. These were probably men of action. Why did they have to wait for God to give them the Holy Spirit? Why couldn't they go out and start ministering right away? (3) We can empathize with those disciples, can't we? None of us likes to wait. We don't like to wait to see what the results will be. We don't like to wait for things to be set right. We don't like to wait for God to answer our prayers. We want to get on with our own agendas. 

Yet waiting is part of life. Remember how hard it was to wait when you were young--waiting for Christmas, waiting for a driver's license, waiting for graduation. Today we still have to wait. Waiting for a project to be finished. Waiting at the bedside of a loved one. Waiting for a promotion or for retirement. Jesus told his disciples to wait. They were not ready to receive the Father's gift. There was some spiritual maturation that needed to take place. They needed more time. 

The story is told of a certain samurai warrior who had a reputation for impatient and hot-tempered behavior. A Zen master, well known for his excellent cooking, decided that the warrior needed to be taught a lesson before he became any more dangerous. He invited the samurai to dinner. The samurai arrived at the appointed time. The Zen master told him to make himself comfortable while he finished preparing the food. A long time passed. The samurai waited impatiently. After a while, he called out, "Zen Master--have you forgotten me?" The Zen master came out of the kitchen. "I am very sorry," he said. "Dinner is taking longer to prepare than I had thought." He went back to the kitchen. 

A long time passed. The samurai sat, growing hungrier by the minute. At last he called out, a little softer this time, "Zen Master--please. When will dinner be served?"  The Zen master came out of the kitchen. "I'm sorry. There has been a further delay. It won't be much longer." He went back to the kitchen.  A long time passed. Finally, the samurai couldn't endure the waiting any longer. He rose to his feet, chagrined and ravenously hungry. Just then, the Zen master entered the room with a tray of food. First he served miso shiru (soybean soup). 

The samurai gratefully drank the soup, enchanted by its flavor. "Oh, Zen Master," he exclaimed, "this is the finest miso shiru I have ever tasted! You truly deserve your reputation as an expert cook!"

"It's nothing," replied the Zen master, modestly. "Only miso shiru."

The samurai set down his empty bowl. "Truly magical soup! What secret spices did you use to bring out the flavor?"

"Nothing special," the Zen master replied.

"No, no--I insist. The soup is extraordinarily delicious!"

"Well, there is one thing . . ." said the Zen master.

"I knew it!" exclaimed the samurai, eagerly leaning forward. "There had to be something to make it taste so good! Tell me--what is it?"

The Zen master softly spoke. "It took TIME," he said. (4) 

Some things simply take time. We wonder why God does not work more quickly in our lives. We wonder why our prayers are not answered according to our time table. We wonder why we do not see results as rapidly as we would like. One of the great lessons we learn in life is that God's schedule is not our schedule. Sometimes we have to wait. Perhaps the circumstances are not right. Sometimes we are not right. 

In the May 1998 issue of Christianity Today, Barbara Brown Taylor writes about the strangeness of celebrating Ascension Day in the church. After all, we are celebrating an event in which we were left behind. As she puts it, Ascension Day is "the day the present Lord became absent." What reason would we have to celebrate that? But, she goes on to write, that in any relationship, if the relationship is "strong and true," then the spirit of the absent one stays with us. It gives us comfort. When we are away from someone we love, we can remember them, even understand them, in new and special ways. We are forced to reflect on the one we love, and this gives us a new and more honest picture of that person. 

As an illustration, Barbara mentions her husband's great love for hawks. Many times Barbara feared for her life as her husband veered off the road to catch a better look at the birds circling overhead. He can tell the difference between many types of birds, and never mistakes a hawk for some more dull bird like a turkey vulture. Barbara used to be irritated by her husband's fascination with the birds. But recently she and her husband were apart for two months. During that time, Barbara found herself noticing hawks all over the place. Every time she went for a drive, she saw a hawk. Without even thinking about it, she began to notice all the little details her husband had taught her to notice. Suddenly, Barbara realized that she was seeing the hawks through her husband's eyes. His spirit was in her in such a way that she saw the birds in the same way he did. (5) 

Perhaps Jesus knew that his disciples needed time to reflect on their experiences with him. They needed time for everything to come together in their own hearts and minds. Then they would be ready to receive the Holy Spirit. Then they would be ready to see the world through Christ's eyes. Sometimes when God slows us down and tells us to wait, circumstances are not right. Sometimes we are not right. But we can be sure of one thing: Delays do not mean that God is not with us. They do not mean that our needs are being ignored.

II. Something Greater Is in Store.

When God tells us to wait, it is because God has something greater in store for us.  For the disciples it was the gift of the Holy Spirit. Who knows what you and I may need? Truly only God knows. But God is aware of our needs. God does care.  

Mee Spousler of the Mount Hope United Methodist Church, Aston, PA was trying to put her three-year-old son to bed for a nap. When that was unsuccessful, she put him in her bed and laid down with him to encourage him to rest. She fell asleep, but he did not. When she stirred and saw him sitting on a chair at the end of the bed, she asked, "Luke, what are you doing?"

"I'm playing God," he replied.

"Playing God?" she questioned with a puzzled tone.

"Yes," he explained. "I'm watching over you while you sleep." 

Ah, the wisdom and the faith of a child. Just because God does not operate according to our time schedule does not mean that God is insensitive to our needs. It simply means that God is watching over us until the time is right.

A Jewish rabbi, who grew up in New York City, was blind from birth.  Someone asked him how he was able to get through all the studies and the arduous process of becoming a rabbi, even though he was blind.  He said that it was largely due to his mother. When he was six years old, he went for a walk in Central Park with his older sister. She was holding his hand, but then they got separated. He panicked, and went first in one direction and then in another, calling her name. He was lost.  He crossed Fifth Avenue, stopping traffic. Confused and terrified, he suddenly touched an iron fence which felt familiar. Excitedly, he began to grope his way along the familiar iron and stone buildings. Finally, he came to his family's apartment, opened the door and walked in. His mother came in behind him, spoke his name and gave him a hug. She had spotted him three blocks away. It must have hurt her mother's heart to see her child in distress, but instead of following her impulse to rescue him, she patiently watched while he found his own way home. (6) 

How God must agonize as we stumble our way through life. But God knows our needs. God knows our spiritual resources. God knows circumstances of which we are not even aware. Faith is not memorizing the particulars of our religion. Faith is not even the constant search to know and understand the Scriptures. Faith is learning to trust God, whether in a time of waiting or a time of venturing forth to do great things for God. As the writer of Hebrews says, "Faith is the assurance of things hoped for and the conviction of things not seen" (11:1). 

Jesus told his disciples to wait in Jerusalem until the Holy Spirit came upon them. You and I need to learn to wait on God and to learn to trust that God's silence is not God's absence.


1. THE OLD FARMER'S ALMANAC 1998 (Dublin, NH: Yankee Publishing, Inc., 1997). 

2. Daniel Butler and Alan Ray, WANTED DUMB OR ALIVE (Nashville: Rutledge Hill Press, 1996).

3. Lawrence O. Richards, THE 365-DAY DEVOTIONAL COMMENTARY (Colorado Springs, Colo.: Chariot Victor Publishing, 1990), p. 817.

4. Benjamin Hoff, THE TE OF PIGLET (A Dutton Book, 1992), pp. 96-97.

5. Barbara Brown Taylor, "The Day We Were Left Behind," CHRISTIANITY TODAY, May 18, 1998, p. 48.

6. Lester E. Smith, Marathon, NY.   

Dynamic Preaching, Collected Sermons, by King Duncan