If there was one word that we have heard the past few days, it would be ‘waiting’. We have waited in airports for boarding calls, waited for take-off clearance, waited for the next flight. Even while enjoying a few days in Madang, there was a sense of ‘waiting’.
As we walked the streets, adjusting to the heat, the crowds, the sounds, and aromas, our minds were still on what lay ahead – POC, Ukarumpa and Lae.
But it wasn’t just us. In a way, the whole town seems to be waiting.
Street-stall vendors waiting for a buyer; labourers for their rest break; water taxis for the next load (or more than a load) of passengers; door security guards for someone to test their authority.
And always, there is the sense that they are waiting for something to happen.
For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. Romans 8:19-21
Madang is no different from Townsville, or anywhere in Australia. The developed world simply masks the waiting with schedules, projects and timetables. We plan to work, to eat, to exercise. We even plan our leisure time months in advance.
That isn’t the PNG way. Here, they wait.
- that we patiently wait for God to unfold all that He has in store for our next four months
- that POC be a valuable learning experience for all – 30 students and 17 children
- for good relationships during the next twelve weeks, as we ‘live in each other’s pockets’
- for the PNG church, as they wait for God’s glory to be made known across their country