Life, after all, is pretty horrid sometimes. People you love die, people you have to work with are petty and bullheaded and don't listen to reason, family and friends make themselves miserable through bad choice after bad choice (or are made miserable thanks to bad luck or injustice). The government does too much or not enough. Trees get chopped down just because they're mildly inconvenient. (That's been happening a lot right around where I live and it hurts). And the same happens those born in the wrong place at the wrong time (and that should hurt more than the trees, but it doesn't because I don't have to walk by it every day, and sometimes I truly despise myself). The church, which should be a place of solace, of comfort, a sanctuary from the world, turns out to be as full of pettiness and bullheadedness as anywhere else.
The Lord coming, making all things new, right--justice and peace and love finally done truly, lastingly--who wouldn't want these things?
But we haven't been given a time, have in fact been told we won't know, can't know, until it actually happens. So all we can do is watch and wait and pray.
Come, Lord, and tarry not.