I am not a blogger – but my husband tells me I should blog. I wish I had the time to sit down and write out all the thoughts that roll around in my head. But tonight – I had to put this out there. There is so. much. tragedy. so many people are hurting. so many people have lost loved ones, and so many people lost in the midst of it all. Tonight, I was thinking about who we are as Christians – that we have this Hope – this Hope in the midst of tragedy that prevails above the sadness. This is what I came up with:
It’s the faint echo you hear in the desperate cry of despair…
It’s the lingering behind all of the questions: the “why’s” the “how’s” the “how can this be happening … to me?” the lingering thought that – one day, this will be used for good …
It’s the smallest burning ember that flickers after a campfire has long been burnt out, that, with a catch of the wind, it lights up …. It lights ever so faintly – BUT IT’S A LIGHT – And it’s the hope that these dark, dirty, used up and filthy ashes will be made into something beautiful that once again burns bright.
It’s the basis for our faith – the Hope in a Savior of the world that came as …. A baby. Not as a king. To a manger. Not a palace. to a lowly virgin girl. Not to a royal couple.
It’s the Hope that held Him on the cross and that held those together Who believed He would rise again on the 3rd day – as He lay in a sealed tomb. While most watched Him die and were convinced He would stay. Dead. HE ROSE.
It’s the Hope that holds us together, because HE holds all things together. It’s the Hope that turns tragedies into triumph; and death into life; and it’s Hope that brings joy in the morning … and in the mourning.
Be still and know that I am God. Ps. 46:10