But I’m stuck like a dope with a thing called hope, and I can’t get it out of my heart! Cockeyed Optimist by Rodgers & Hammerstein (South Pacific)
This past Sunday was the first Sunday of Advent – in our church we lit the candle of HOPE, ushering in the Christmas season when we celebrate Jesus’ birth, The Hope of the World! Two thousand years ago, Hope was born in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes. Just the thought of that sends chill bumps down my spine. Jesus Christ, Son of God appears on earth and nothing was ever the same. Even the way we measure time was changed, from B.C. (Before Christ) to A.D. (anno domini “in the year of our Lord”). Jesus’ birth, life, death & resurrection changed everything. Hope was born. Truth had legs and feet. Faith was given breath. Grace rose from the dead. Joy was complete. The Gift of all gifts.
A couple of years ago, my grandson, Simon, asked me why we keep our Christmas tree up all year round. I told him because it “wasn’t really a Christmas tree but my tree of hope.” Anyone who knows me knows that the very theme of my life is Hope. During a very dark time in our family, when we felt despair at every turn, God in His awesome faithfulness introduced me to a Hope that I had not known before. I was a believer, a strong believer and I had a close and personal relationship with Christ but I was overtaken by a great sadness. I wasn’t mad at God but I felt as though He had abandoned me – then it happened! Romans 15:13 jumped off the page of my Bible and flooded my soul and gave me back my breath.
May the God of Hope fill you with all joy & peace in believing, that you may overflow in Hope, by the power of the Holy Spirit. Romans 15.13
It was a light-bulb moment for me and I have never looked back. Hope is alive and sits at the right hand of my heavenly Dad – Hope intercedes on my behalf – Hope is my constant Companion. Hope never disappoints (Romans 5:5) and I rejoice in Hope (Romans 12:1).
Do you know Hope? He died for you. He lives for you. He longs for you. He is everything that no one else can ever be. What a wonderful season to invite Him into your life.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all. Emily Dickinson
Post is from 12.01.2010