Hope

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Hope is a wonderful thing.
It pushes us on though life may be tumultuous and depressing.
It allows us to live in the present, longing for a better, fuller future.
It calls our hearts and minds forward, giving us motivation to change the present.

But...

Hope can also be a dangerous thing.
It keeps us stuck in a rut, unwilling to let go of inevitablity in order to deal with what's here and now.
It lets the ideal linger in the midst of a world that is anything but ideal.
It keeps us frozen, unwilling to move forward with the rest.

Above all though...

Hope is a powerful thing.
It gives strength to the weak,
Health to the sick,
Days to the dying,
Salvation for the lost,
Heaven for the damned.

It is indeed a powerful thing,
for even though it may be lynched on a cross,
it is still alive.

Hope,
Thy name is Christ.

CPT

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