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James 5:7-8 “Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord's coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains. You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near.”

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I have been a saltwater fly fisherman for most of my adult life. And for years, one fish consumed me: the permit. Permit are one of the most elusive catches in shallow saltwater. Some anglers chase them for twenty years and never hook one. But I kept going back. Belize. Honduras. Mexico. The Bahamas. Year after year, trip after trip, nothing. Then one afternoon, fishing with my son and my guide Prescott in the Bahamas, we spotted a permit tailing on the flat. I made the cast in heavy wind, and a twenty-five-pound permit ate my fly. The line tangled on the reel. Prescott dove into the water to free it. A storm was bearing down on us. I fought that fish for an hour, got it within ten feet of the boat. Prescott reached for the tail. And the line snapped. Gone. I called that one of the worst days of my life. But I did not retire my fly rod. A year later, same water, same guide, I went back. And I landed one.

That experience taught me something about patience that I keep coming back to. The years of empty trips, the heartbreak, the decision to go back one more time. James understood that kind of waiting.

James shifts gears. The first six verses of this chapter dropped the hammer on the wealthy oppressors. Weep. Wail. Your gold has corroded. That was heavy. Now he turns to the people on the other side of that oppression. And his tone goes from prophetic to pastoral. "Be patient, then, brothers and sisters." That little word "then" connects everything. Because God is going to deal with the injustice, you can afford to wait. Patience is not denial of injustice. It is confidence in God's timeline.

"See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop." Think about this for a second. A farmer does not make the crop grow. He plants, he tends, he does what he can. But the growing happens underground. Out of sight. Beyond his control. The farmer's patience is not passive. He works while he waits. But his working does not produce the harvest. The rain does. The soil does. God does. The farmer understands the difference between his responsibility and God's sovereignty, and he does not confuse the two.

"Patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains." In ancient Palestine, the autumn rains came in October and November. They softened the ground after the dry summer, making planting possible. The spring rains came in March and April, bringing the crop to maturity before harvest. Between those two rains? Months. Months of looking at the sky. Months of trusting that what had always come would come again. The farmer could not accelerate either rain. He could only position himself to receive what God sent.

I don't know about you, but I'm not great at that. I'm a fix-it guy. When something's broken, I want to fix it now. When something's delayed, I want to push it forward. I remember sitting in a doctor's waiting room a while back, and there was no estimated wait time. No one came out to say, "It'll be ten more minutes." Nothing. Just me and a stack of magazines from 2014. Every minute felt like ten. But then the nurse popped out and said, "Five more minutes." That quick, the same room felt different. I had a horizon.

That's what James is giving us here. "You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord's coming is near." He's giving us a horizon. You are not waiting indefinitely. You are waiting for something specific, and it is close.

Notice the two commands. Be patient. Stand firm. Those are different things. Patience without firmness becomes passivity. You just kind of float. You stop caring about the outcome. Firmness without patience becomes aggression. You're forcing it. You're trying to control the timeline. James wants both. People who wait without wavering. Who endure without retaliating.

I love the military language tucked inside the farming metaphor. "Stand firm." That's soldier talk. The farmer waits like a farmer, but he stands like a soldier. There is something to resist while you wait. The temptation to quit. The urge to take matters into your own hands. The whisper that says God has forgotten you. Standing firm means those pressures don't move you from where God has planted you.

Here's what I've learned, and it's taken me decades to learn it. Most of my impatience comes from the assumption that I'm in control of the outcome. I'm not. I never was. The farmer cannot make it rain. A soldier cannot determine when the war ends. I cannot accelerate God's timing. What I can do is plant, stand, and wait.

The hardest part of patience is not the waiting itself. It's what happens to your heart during the wait. Bitterness creeps in. Cynicism takes root. Hope starts to feel foolish. James knows this. That's why he doesn't just say "be patient." He says "be patient and stand firm." The firmness keeps your heart from deteriorating while the clock ticks. It's the decision to stay who you are even when your circumstances are pressuring you to become someone else.

You are living in the season between planting and harvest right now. The seeds have been sown. The work has been done. But the crop is still underground, still invisible, still growing in soil you cannot see into. I chased that permit for years. Season after season with nothing to show for it. And the day I finally hooked one, the line snapped ten feet from the boat. But God was at work in all those empty seasons. He was building something in me that the catch alone never could have built. James is telling you the same thing. Your patience is not wasted time. It is the space between the seed and the fruit. And God is working in that space whether you can see it or not. Be patient. Stand firm. The rain is closer than the sky suggests.

Apply

Plant and stand – Identify one area where you're trying to force an outcome that only God can bring about. Step back. Do the faithful work in front of you and release the results to him. The farmer plants. The rain comes. Your job is the planting.

Pray

God, I'll be honest. I've been impatient. I've tried to force outcomes that belong to you. Teach me the farmer's patience. Help me plant faithfully, stand firmly, and wait for the rain that only you can send. Your coming is near. Give me the strength to wait well. In Jesus' name. Amen.