My family formerly lived in Bellevue, Ohio, which is a major division point for the Norfolk-Southern Railway. We got used to hearing locomotive whistles at all hours, but more annoying were the trains that often blocked the streets. We frequently had to wait while as many as 200 boxcars lurched through a crossing.
I am not a patient fellow. I had difficulty biding my time when
a train that was blocking the crossing was not moving. As a motorist, I had no way of knowing how long the wait would be. Sometimes we waited a few minutes; other times we waited considerably longer.
Late one foggy night my impatience nearly got me killed. I was alone in my car heading home when, sure enough, I came upon an immobile train. There I sat, stewing.
Finally the train began to lurch forward. The road had no crossing gates, so I prepared to shoot across the track the second the last boxcar cleared. I was moving forward when suddenly, from the other direction, a fast-moving freight screamed across the road. I slammed on my brakes. I had forgotten there was a double set of tracks!
Until then, waiting for trains seemed like a waste of time; but after that, waiting seemed positively redemptive!
Lamentations gives us insight on another kind of waiting that is redemptive: waiting for God.