Wis. 6:12–16; 1 Thes.4:13–18, and Mt. 25:1–13.
In Samuel Beckett’s famous play Waiting for Godot, two men, Vladimir and Estragon, spend their time beside a lonely road waiting for someone called Godot. They talk, argue, joke, remember, forget, become tired, think of leaving, and then continue waiting. At the end of the day, a boy arrives with the disappointing message that Godot will not come that evening but will surely come tomorrow. Tomorrow arrives, and again they wait. The play is sometimes funny because the two men hardly know what to do with themselves while waiting. In fact, it resembles some of our own waiting. At a doctor’s clinic we look at the clock every three minutes and become restless. At an airport, when the board says “Delayed,” suddenly everybody becomes an aviation expert. Human beings are not very good at waiting. Yet today’s readings are entirely about waiting—Jesus tells us about ten young women waiting in the night for a bridegroom. Unlike Beckett’s Godot, however, the Bridegroom does come. The question of the Gospel is not whether he will come, but what happens to us while we wait.






