Hope in an Aching World
Do you hear it? It is the sound of long lost hope. The painful clamor of this world is so loud, His words are barely a whisper to my heart. But I hear them with my eyes and with my ears. They resonate deep inside my soul reminding me to wait for the more that is coming.
The waves. The storm clouds on the horizon. The children. The sunset. The embrace of a lover. The words of a friend. They are the now that gives hope to the then.
We sit within the walls of The Fallen like a bus stop to our future hope. We wait for the world that is the fruition of all the promises we hold deep down inside. In that world, there is nothing but those sweet whispers of hope. Come goodness come.
My heart aches for the victims caught in the wake of evil and for the loved ones left to wait it out alone and broken. There is just so much pain --everywhere. They can easily take me down- those arrows dripping with loss, piercing my heart in a million places. I want to comfort the bereaved. I want to hold their hurting hearts and believe for them. But somehow their pain, in some twisted but blessed way, becomes my pain and I find myself needing to be comforted as well. Sometimes, I cross over an imaginary line in my heart, ceasing to see how it is all really worth it here on earth. But then I see the sunset. And the waves. And the children. I feel the embrace of my lover and the comfort of my friend. And I remember. I must make myself remember- there will be a then . These good things are mere glimpses of the vast beauty that is to come. There will come a time when goodness rules supreme and there is only joy. Can you even imagine? Only joy? The world does not want us to fathom this concept and in our own finite minds, it is indeed unimaginable. But. It. Is. True. This is called hope. Our hope is not in the good we find in this world but it is in the One who puts a World of Good in our future.
We must remember to hope. We must remember to believe. We must remember to wait. Goodness is coming!