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Promise's Proper Period


 The Sovereignty of the Silversmith: Why Our Wait is Never in Vain

Let me tell you about my kettle. Not the shiny, quick-boiling appliance in my kitchen in Akasia, but the old, battered, charcoal-blackened one that belonged to my grandmother in Soshanguve. For years, it sat on her stove, its base perpetually stained, its whistle faint and raspy. I saw it not as an heirloom, but as a relic of a past we were all trying to outrun. Then, during a clean-up, I decided it was time for it to go. I took it to the back yard, ready to discard it. But on a whim, I took a scouring pad and scrubbed at a small patch on its side. Beneath decades of soot and carbon, a flash of brilliant silver winked back at me.

I stood there, stunned. All this time, I had owned a solid silver kettle, yet I lived as if it were mere iron, judging it by its external, accumulated grime. My friend, is this not the precise tension of our faith? We hold precious, eternal promises from God—promises of purpose, healing, provision, a new South Africa—but because they arrive shrouded in the soot of delay, opposition, and circumstance, we mistake them for common disappointments. We judge the promise by the process, and in our impatience, we are ready to discard the very thing God is perfecting.

The vision you hold, that dream that tarries, is for an appointed time. It is not late. Your timeline is not God’s timeline. This is not a motivational platitude; it is the bedrock of Christian metaphysics and the only sane foundation for hope in our nation today.

The Foundry of Faith: Defining Our Terms in the Fires of Reality

Before we proceed, let us define our terms with the clarity of a theologian and the practicality of a township pastor.

· Sovereignty is not God being a celestial micro-manager. It is the unimpeachable truth that He is the Master Artisan, the ultimate Silversmith. He possesses absolute authority and purposeful control over all events—global and personal, monumental and minute—to infallibly accomplish His holy, wise, and good designs. As the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy notes, Christian thinkers have always wrestled with how divine providence intersects with human freedom, yet orthodoxy has never surrendered God’s ultimate authorship of the story.

· Delay, then, is not divine disinterest or denial. It is divine preparation. It is the necessary, often painful, process by which the Silversmith removes the dross from the silver, burnishing the promise so it can bear the weight of its fulfilment without cracking (Malachi 3:3). God is working behind the scenes, aligning circumstances you cannot see and, more crucially, developing your character for the "weight of the glory" to come (2 Corinthians 4:17).

Consider the current cries in our land. Religious leaders, including our own Catholic bishops and council of churches, are marching to Union Buildings and petitioning the G20 for debt cancellation, declaring that unjust debts lock generations into "cycles of poverty and inequality". This is a righteous cry for justice. Yet, how many of us march in the spirit of demanding our preferred timeline from God? We pray for financial breakthrough, for a job, for a spouse, for national change, and when it does not materialize by our next fiscal year or election cycle, we accuse Heaven of injustice. We fail to see that God might be working a far deeper economic miracle—the cancellation of our soul's debt to anxiety, our mind's debt to inferiority, and our heart's debt to hopelessness—before He releases the earthly funds.

Confronting the Counterfeits: When Culture Rejects the Crucible

Here, we must sound the alarm against a dangerous heresy flourishing in our time: The Gospel of Instantaneity. This is the pervasive, culturally accommodated belief that faith is a spiritual ATM—insert a prayer, receive a blessing, with no waiting period. It reduces the Almighty to a celestial concierge and turns waiting, the very furnace of faith, into a sign of failure.

This error has two ugly heads in our South African context. First, in some pulpits, it manifests as “name-it-and-claim-it” theatrics, where prophetic words are sold like lottery tickets and the slow, faithful work of character is scorned. Second, and more insidiously, it manifests in a spiritual pragmatism that seeks to bypass God’s process altogether. We see this in the recent, well-intentioned but theologically flawed push for a state-backed "Section 22 Committee" to regulate churches. The cause—to curb the exploitative "commercialization of religion" where people are sprayed with insecticide or made to drink petrol—is just. But the method betrays a lack of faith in God’s sovereignty over His own church. It seeks a political, instantaneous "clean-up," failing to trust that Christ, the head of the Church, is capable of purifying His bride through His Spirit and His Word, in His time. It is an attempt to polish the kettle with the harsh sandpaper of state control, potentially scratching the silver beneath.

The logical argument against this impatience is simple yet profound:

1. Premise 1: God is sovereign, all-wise, and all-good (definitions grounded in Scripture and orthodox creed).

2. Premise 2: A truly good gift, given before the recipient is ready, can become a curse (a truth evident in reason, from giving a car to a child to giving power to an unformed leader).

3. Premise 3: Therefore, the timing of the Giver is an essential part of the goodness of the gift.

4. Conclusion: To resent God’s timing is not merely to be impatient with His schedule; it is to impugn His wisdom and His goodness. It is to declare that we know better than the Silversmith what the silver needs.

A common objection arises: "But what about evil? What about suffering? Is God 'preparing' us through corruption, load-shedding, and crime?" This is the oldest objection to sovereignty, and it fails because it commits a categorical error. God’s permissive will allows the consequences of a fallen world and human sin to operate. Yet, His sovereign purpose is never thwarted by them. He does not cause the evil, but He coordinates it—with supreme skill—into a narrative of redemption. The evil that sold Joseph into slavery was not from God, but the God who is sovereign used it to save a nation (Genesis 50:20). The cross, the greatest evil in history, was orchestrated by sinful men, yet God sovereignly designed it as the locus of eternal salvation (Acts 2:23).

The Evidence in the Embers: How to Wait as Silver, Not Soot

So how do we live in this tension? We must shift from passive waiting to active preparation. You are not in a waiting room; you are in a workshop. The delay is your curriculum.

Look at the biblical pattern. Abraham waited 25 years for Isaac. Joseph waited 13 years in slavery and prison for his destiny. Israel waited 430 years in Egypt for exodus. The world waited 4,000 years from Eden to Bethlehem for the Messiah. In every case, the waiting period was not empty. It was the time where pride was crushed, vision was clarified, and a people were forged.

Your faith is being perfected in the waiting. The word "perfected" here is teleioō—it means brought to its intended end, matured, completed. The very thing you think is hindering your promise is the instrument God is using to make you capable of carrying it.

Therefore, let us take our place in the forge. Let us allow the fires of delay to burn away the dross of our self-reliance, our cultural idolatry of speed, and our petty timelines. Let us cooperate with the Silversmith. The promise is sure. It will not tarry a single second beyond the moment it is most glorious for you and most glorifying to Him. Stand firm. Your kettle, your dream, your nation’s hope—beneath the grime, it is purest silver. Wait for it. The shine is coming.

Harold Mawela writes from Akasia, Pretoria, where he serves as a lead pastor and coaches others to live victoriously in the tension between the promise and its fulfilment.

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