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My father disliked waiting for people. He would invite a friend to go hunting or fishing with him and say, “We will leave at 7 AM.” Then, after waiting and waiting for them to arrive, he would get mad. Some were so late, so often, he quit inviting them to go with him. Perhaps I inherited that attitude from him. The real issue is this: I don’t treat others that way.

Sure, life happens, and things can always come up, but when you know you must be somewhere at an agreed-upon time, then get ready for that event ahead of time. Take care of the things of life that might prevent you from being on time. Can you tell I am waiting on someone right now? They first said they would be over last night to receive some items April and I want to bless them with. Then, at the arrival time, they texted and said it would be today at a certain hour. It is now an hour later, and yes, I am getting disgruntled!

I am so glad God is never late! Now, He may not answer when we want him to, but when we are in need, He is never late. Many years ago, I stepped out in faith and took a youth pastor’s position in a small church that prewarned me they could not pay me a salary. So, I was truly walking by faith. It wasn’t easy.

To make ends meet, I once ate a cheese sandwich every meal. A family that was paying my rent didn’t send the money before the first of the month. I wrote a hot check because the landlord was scary and didn’t understand. It bounced! I got mad at God and accused him of being late. He quickly responded rather forcefully, “I AM NEVER LATE! I spoke to them, but they have not responded!” A few days later, I received their check with an apology note saying they thought the other spouse had dropped it in the mail.

When God spoke that day, He went on to tell me, “Mark, I could make the money you need appear in your living room, but I delight in working with people.” I apologized to God and asked for forgiveness. I certainly learned a valuable principle that day, as well as more about God and how He answers our prayers.

Don’t overlook the obvious here, friends. With God, one day is as good as a thousand years, a thousand years as a day. God isn’t late with his promise as some measure lateness. He is restraining himself on account of you, holding back the End because he doesn’t want anyone lost. He’s giving everyone space and time to change. 2 Pt. 3:8-9 (MSG)

Casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Pt. 5:7 (ESV)

Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord! Ps. 27:14 (ESV)

And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
Phpns. 4:19 (ESV)

NOTE: They finally showed up one and a half hours late. They felt bad and apologized, and I forgave them in my heart, and we moved on.

The year was about 1981. The place was Woodlake Assembly of God church, Tulsa, Oklahoma. The evening’s speaker was Rev. Dan Betzer. Rev. Betzer has one of those voices like James Earl Jones. He was an anchorman in Buffalo, NY. I believe he mentioned, where he confessed to not being able to say, “hypodermic needle”. He said no matter how hard he tried it always came out as, “hypodemic nerdle”. He was also the voice of an Assembly of God radio program for many years. He is currently a pastor in Ft. Myers, Florida.

Rev. Betzer delivered a dynamic message that I remember in detail some 41 years later. Yeah, it was that good, inspiring, powerful, and truthful. Perhaps one of these days I’ll post it. But only a portion of it do I want to share now:

A young man became the new associate pastor of a thriving church. On his first Sunday morning, he stood on the platform next to the pastor staring at the standing congregation. The sound of small conversations could be heard. Nervously he leaned over and asked the pastor, “What are we waiting on?” The pastor leaned back and whispered, “The organist.” “Where are they?” he asked. “She’s late. She’s always late.”

A few minutes later a side door of the sanctuary flung open and in walked a large woman dangling keys. She dramatically flipped her dress and proceeded to the organ used one of the keys to unlock it and then turned it on. Everyone heard the old organ warm-up and then she nodded to the worship leader who then led the congregation in that day’s selection of hymns.

The next morning after the pastor went over some announcements in their staff meeting the new associate pastor brought up the situation of the late organist. “Why do you put up with that?” he asked. “Because she is the only one who has a key to the organ,” replied the pastor. “Well, why don’t you ask her for it?” The pastor looked at the young naïve man and said, “You’re the new pastor here, you ask her!”

Seeing no harm in asking for the key to the organ he phoned the woman and made an appointment to visit her at her home. He informed her he desired to meet with each person in the church to get to know them.

After he arrived, he settled in and started his chit-chat while drinking some tea and eating one of the freshly baked cookies she had made for the occasion. Then he made his move and asked her for the key to the organ so they could have someone show up on time and have the organ warmed up and ready for the morning worship service. “What? No way! I will not turn over that key to you, the pastor, or anyone else! You see my family donated that organ and I have been the only one to play it for the past 35 years! Now I am going to have to ask you to leave!” demanded the woman. “But I haven’t finished my cookie,” the now a little older associate pastor replied. “GET OUT!” she shouted.

The following Sunday morning the organist showed up ten minutes late as was her custom but when she flung the door to the sanctuary open she heard the congregation in the middle of a glorious hymn and she saw someone else playing the organ. She was outraged. After the service, she bee-lined it to the new associate pastor. “How dare you! How dare you have someone else play the very organ that my family donated. And how in the world did you get it unlocked, anyway? I didn’t give you the key!” The associate pastor looked at her, smiled, and said, “Ma’am, there isn’t anything that God and a crowbar can’t accomplish!”

Yes, those listening to Rev. Betzer laughed as you probably are now, but he went on:

You see that organist will stand before God one day and He will ask her, “While you were on earth what did you do for me?” She will most likely say, “Well, you see God, I faithfully played the organ, which my family so generously donated, for thirty-five years!” God will no doubt look intently at her and ask, “Why?”

What is your motivation for serving God? Are you doing it for the right reasons? Do you have the right attitude to go along with that motivation? I hope so. If after searching your heart and being honest with yourself, if there is any reason other than the right ones, then I hope you correct them, or at least be willing to give up the key.

(Thank you, Rev. Betzer, for your faithfulness to God for over 60 years of ministry. God used you to make an impact on me when I was a young, naïve associate pastor.)