As Romans 5:5 tells me, “And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us.”
Our vision and understanding are limited, and will always be limited, until Jesus returns and on His Day, establishes a new heaven and a new earth. But hope is a conduit into the heart of His new world. Hope manages to transcend our finite scope and access the essence of who God is, in the deepest marrow of His being.
Hope also is an incredible weapon at our side. With it, we pierce the false thin webbings with which the enemy tries to entrap us, burrowing a path before us that keeps our eyes clearly on our prize, on Jesus Christ, our love, our Lord.
Hope advocates life for the smallest of beings. A struggling kitten. A newborn turtle. A fledgling prayer. Hope wraps the essence of life into its fold and protects it, preserving it, until that Day when it becomes the true form it was always intended to be.
Hope is fearless. It doesn’t care the odds, doesn’t listen to hate, ignores threats. It is true and right and never backs down.
Hope is the tender love of a mother. The strong hands of a father. The eager innocence of a child. The brimming confidence of a teenager. The battleworn experience of a leader.
Hope is always a friend. Always accessible. Always ready to be shared and used.
Hope is a soldier, fighting for life, for creation, for the God who created it, fighting not to promote itself, but to promote everything who gains freedom by it.
Hope is what I want to share with you.