Growing up on an Iowa farm in the early 60s, one had many ways of learning patience although with the speed of events happening these days, I must admit my patience is really not that good. 

If you wanted to make a phone call you really had to wait your turn, and that doesn't mean with just Dad, Mom, and three sisters.  It meant that you also had to take your turn on the party line.  I'm not talking about political parties, I am speaking of a telephone line we shared with neighbors.  It seemed like everytime I wanted to make a short call it was either Grandma Vogel talking to someone with her thick what sounded like German accent.  And toward evening it was Janet with her boyfriend who talked about romance for 30 min to an hour.  I would hear, “Is that you Way?” 

And I would reply I need the phone and Janet would say just give us ten more minutes.

Needless to say we found other things to do before trying the phone again.

I know it sounds beyond any high tech we can imagine, but when we come to

Yeshua (Jesus) we enter into fellowship with The Almighty without going through any man made devices to slow down our access to The Throne.