Poised between Memory and Hope

Just thinking a bit more about transitions, between one state of being to another, from one structure of life to another, and i caught myself thinking of the Theological six act structure that Kevin Vanhoozer ( and NT Wright before him) have proposed, this being:

Act 1 : Creation
Act 2: Gods Election
Act 3: Jesus: Gods definitive word/act
Act 4 : Risen Christ/ Spirit/Church
Act 5:  The Consumation of all things

Vanhoozer goes on to say that " the church lives at present between the definitive event of Jesus and the concluding event of the eschaton, poised between memory and hope" (KJV, 2005:3)

Looking at the 5 act structure above, the thing that crosses my mind is that Act 3 is very short compared with the others, and yet so much changes in that short 33 year period of time in the course of history, and most of what we know about it is packed into a three year narrative in the Gospels. Yet though so much more than this, there is tension between memory and hope throughout Acts 2, 3 and 4 (where the church is now). But in that very short Act 3, Jesus prepares the disciples, the world, and the church for a long Act 4.
Poised between memory and hope is a pretty definitive way to define transition, the hope of the future, the new, the fresh, the change, mixed with the memories of the past, the achievements, the people, the conversations, the relationships.
Being poised is about where transition often is, like the 100 metre runner on the blocks, poised but waiting for the gun to go, but as ready to step off if theres a false start. Sense of expectancy, crowd waiting. I remember the 1996 Olympics when Linford Christie was supposed to defend his title, yet false started, twice, and was disqualified; poised but jumped too quickly. Poised and waiting, in the control of the one who holds the gun.
Writing this blog, i suppose is some way to the feeling of being on the blocks, ready to go, poised, between achievements of the past, and what lies ahead. nerves twitching as things out of my control dictate the pace, waiting for phone calls, house sales etc etc. Yet also not being able to start thinking ahead too quickly, without finishing what has been started here. Poised between memory and hope.