One would think after spending so much time thinking and talking about deep things one would have something profound and meaningful to say. But sometimes those things make us quiet and just tired after a while. So we rest from the talking and the thinking and we end up hearing.
The memorial service yesterday was as painfully beautiful as one would expect something of that sort to be. So much sorrow but at the same time so many reminders of God’s faithfulness.
Thinking about it last night I was struck that this week of Advent is hope. There is your profundity and meaning.
Do you know why we grieve with hope? Do you know why we look at the news of plane crashes and wild fires and everything crazy going on in our world and still find hope?
Because over two thousand years ago a baby was born. A star glowed in the sky and angels sang.
Our hope isn’t that the savior will come, we have hope because He has come.
Death isn’t the end. Sad stories will get a happy ending. Every injustice will be made right and the earth is being renewed.
Take heart, Christian. Despite how things seems, how you might be tempted to think, how you might even feel, all is well.
Hope has come.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to His great mercy, He has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith ~ more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire ~ may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ.”
~I Peter 1:3-7