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Rivers & Robots lean into a brand of ethereal calm on The Eternal Son that’s easy to get lost in. It’s the kind of music that fits perfectly behind a backlit screen at a conference, but I find myself wondering how these lines hold up when the lights go out and the silence in the room is actually heavy.

"I will wait for You... knowing that You will draw near to me."

That’s a bold claim. In the middle of a layoff notice or the funeral of someone who didn't deserve to go early, "waiting" feels a lot less like a meditative act and more like an endurance test. We treat "waiting" like a virtuous pause, but most of the time, it’s just agonizing uncertainty. Does He actually draw near, or is that just something we say to keep the panic at bay? If I’m standing in my kitchen at 3:00 AM, heart hammering because the bank account hit zero, the promise of His presence feels like a vapor. It’s easy to sing about waiting when you’re comfortable, but when your back is against the wall, silence from God feels more like abandonment than a quiet arrival.

Then there’s the line, "This is not my home... this is only temporary."

This is the classic exit ramp for believers. It’s the theological equivalent of looking at a burning building and saying, "Well, the architecture wasn't that great anyway." I get the appeal—it’s supposed to be comforting to know this world is broken and passing away. But telling a grieving widow or someone losing their health that "this is only temporary" can sound like Cheap Grace. It dismisses the brutal reality of the suffering happening right here, right now. It bypasses the fact that we were built for this world, too, and we feel the sting of its failures because we’re human.

Psalm 13 cries out, "How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?" David wasn't singing about how temporary everything was; he was complaining about the delay. He was angry. He was impatient. He was being honest.

Rivers & Robots make it sound like a peaceful, easy transition—this idea of making a place for Him to come and have His way. But if God actually showed up and had His way, would we even recognize it? It might look like the dismantling of everything we’ve built, not a comforting visit to a "place" we’ve set aside.

I don't know if I can get behind the polished certainty of "I’ll be home when I see Your face." It’s a nice destination, sure. But it doesn't give me much to hold onto when the house is quiet, the grief is loud, and the "waiting" feels like shouting into a canyon. I want to believe it, but I’m not there yet. I’m still staring at the empty space, wondering if anyone is actually going to fill it, or if it’s just me talking to the drywall.