The other day, a friend asked me, “where does your hope come from?”
That’s not the kind of question you get every day, but I was glad to get it. I explained to my friend that my hope, my fuel for everyday life, is that in this amazing paradox of life in the infinite and finite spheres of the universe, there is a purpose and a plan behind everything. (I’m a “big picture” person!)
If I believed in Christ only because the Bible said I should, or because someone expected me to, that would be gullible of me and intellectually dishonest. But faith, and its cousin, hope, are based on evidence, and all of us have the same external evidence before us. Creation speaks of a Master Designer, and every leaf and cloud tells. But the internal evidence of Christ and His presence in my life is is the core of my hope. The Bible refers to a “profession of hope” (Hebrews 10:23). I can profess a hope that exists quite boldly in the face of a world that deals daily with turbulence, trials, mayhem, and pain. Hope doesn’t deny the existence of bad things. They thrive opposite of each other; neither denies or negates the reality of the other.
My hope comes from the life of Christ that daily gives me life, and purpose, and strength, and perspective. Nothing is too hard to handle, even though it may feel like it sometimes. I know that nothing can break me while God upholds me. He has made hundreds of promises to stand by and support me and that He’ll keep me close to Him even when I can’t see my hand in front of me (and I have so many days like that! ha!).
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