It will be good for those servants whose master finds them ready, even if he comes in the middle of the night or toward daybreak. But understand this: If the owner of the house had known at what hour the thief was coming, he would not have let his house be broken into.
Servant = me
My master = Jesus
House = the world
House’s owner = whatever’s calling the shots around here
What does it look like to be ready? What helps me stay ready, even if it’s a maddeningly long wait?
It helps me that Jesus predicts a maddeningly long wait. Thank you, Jesus, for being realistic. It’s not a surprise to you, I guess, that this world is a dark room in which people seem to be stumbling all over each other. But someday the door will open, and light will break in from the outside. That’s how I picture it, anyway.