That
point where the light one has always known
and the skills one has
spent a lifetime perfecting
and the faith whose previous challenges
had been but whispers of the unseen future is where hope is found.
In that place, no
logic prevails; no meaning echoes from the depths. You stand deep in
a tunnel of darkness without plans or schemes or even wild magical
thinking; only your breath remains.
Quietly in, quietly out.
Hope
is tucked in the secret chambers of our hearts, overlaid with fear or
sorrow, buffeted by longing and loss. It is the flicker of ‘maybe’
the faint glow of ‘perhaps’. Under all the knowing we have gathered through the years, a child’s voice forms the words,
‘Please don’t forget me’. Faint promises of love are all that
is left.
except for the waiting.
In
the long darkness, hope stands solitary guard. Fragile. Precious. In the dark, hope carries us just as much as we cling to hope in order to
move forward.
So we remember the others. Jesus’ mother ponders in her heart. Martha’s
sister kneels, pouring out her love in fragrant anointing. Four men
carry their paralyzed friend through a roof to get to the feet of
Jesus. A dying thief seeks whatever Jesus can bring.
Hope. Trust. Faith.
We wait and we watch......in hope.
A blessed Advent to all.
