There is a mystery in those words:
“Of that day and hour no one knows — not the angels, nor the Son, but only the Father.”
How can the Eternal Word not know?
How can Light itself be unaware of its own dawn?
The answer may lie not in ignorance, but in love.
For love does not force recognition.
Love waits to be welcomed.
The Son’s coming is not a thunderous intrusion upon creation;
it is the flowering of a hidden seed planted long ago,
and that seed can only bloom when the soil of the world is ready.
Thus the moment of His revealing cannot be known,
because it depends on the readiness of hearts.
Every soul that awakens hastens the hour;
every act of mercy draws the horizon nearer.
Yet the time is not fixed, because freedom is real —
and love will not break its own law.
Only the Father knows,
because only the Father sees the entire field of human hearts —
the secret ripening of compassion,
the unseen prayers of the humble,
the convergence of all longings that one day will open the world’s eyes.
He alone beholds that hidden constellation forming in time,
and when at last it aligns, the Son will shine openly.
The Son does not “lack” knowledge;
He respects the mystery of the Father’s knowing.
He knows that revelation must be mutual,
that the Kingdom cannot descend until the earth exhales its Amen.
So the Son waits — not idly, but lovingly.
He walks among us still,
in every kindness, in every suffering shared,
knocking at doors that only we can open.
And when enough doors have opened,
when enough hearts have said “Come,”
then the hour will arrive —
and all creation will discover
that the long-awaited Coming
was always nearer than our breath.