Recently I have found myself being led to the concept of hope. It has been a battle, though, as I try to reconcile that oft-quoted verse in Romans 5:5 where it says that hope doesn’t disappoint.
I know the Bible to be true, and I stand by its veracity and its application to my life. That is the only thing keeping me from taking a pair of scissors and redesigning my precious scriptures. I’m sure tomes have been written on Proverbs 13:12, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when longing is fulfilled, it is a tree of life.” But what happens when you seem to be stuck in the land of the deferment of hope?
As I ponder this, I sense the Lord pressing a bit on the issue. Laughing in the face of the Creator is not polite, but it was an instinctual reaction, and He’s still cleaning me up, in many ways. I realize that I can dodge the issue, which, to be honest, I have been for several months, but He has His own plans and purposes that rarely seem to match ours. So here I go, down this journey. And as I started to really focus, I realized that hope never seems to let its light flicker out.
In a blog entry I wrote years ago, I commented, “the heart was fashioned to always hope – it always has to hope in something. And it has an amazing amnesia of what happened to hope the time before.”
Hmm. Hope – it is infinitely more than wishful thinking, but rather, a confident expectation. Hope remains, in some way, form, or fashion, always. 1 Corinthians 13:13: “Now these three remain, faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Hope is one of the three that remain; a light that refuses to be put out.