“…my participation in worship doesn’t stop at the doors of the church, and my personal devotions are not the end of worship.”
As good as salt is, it’s not food. It won’t sustain you. It’s a condiment that brings out the good taste in food, and keeps it from spoiling.
I don’t know what Nathanael saw in Jesus, but I envy his vision—the ability to see the truth in people and events, the ability to see more than meets the eye.
They are stunned, these friends of Jesus. Gobsmacked. Flummoxed. They have been walking with the resurrected god-man Jesus, and now he’s gone.
This expectant waiting is altogether different from the typical sort of waiting, wondering and worrying about whether our plans will succeed or fail, whether the game will be won or lost, or whether or not our efforts will be rewarded.