You enter the waiting room on a promise.
You have faith that at some point your name will be called and your appointment will be met.
Imagine spending hours in a waiting room. How you'd get acquainted with the coffee machine and flip through all the magazines, eventually even the magazines for the opposite sex - fashion, cars etc.
Imagine the hours becoming days, weeks, months, turning into years.
You've built places to sleep and designed things to keep yourself occupied, formed bonds with your fellow occupants.
Some of you have forgotten you had appointments, that you're even in a waiting room.
Some occupants have made the room so comfortable that they wouldn't consider leaving, would even fight to stay.
Realize all of us have an appointment, an appointment with God.
