If I want to watch a movie, I can skim Netflix and play one in seconds. It takes me longer to make
up my mind than it takes to start playing my selection once I’ve decided. If I
want to listen to the Strolling Bones’ hot new CD, I don’t have to rush to the
mall (assuming I can find a record store still in business) or wait for Amazon
to deliver it to my front door, I can stream it right now or download it from
iTunes in seconds. If I want dinner, I can microwave something in five minutes,
or, assuming I have unusual patience, have it delivered in forty-five.
Spiritual insight isn’t like that. Not at all. Sometimes God says, “I’ll tell you later.”












