What!?? Two posts in as many days!! What’s THAT about then?
The thing is, yesterday, a wave of HOPE washed over me, just as I was was driving along. I've written about it: Yesterday, an illogical wave of Hope swept over me. It felt so good. Even amidst the global crisis I was reminded that there is Hope. Jesus himself walked with us in our darkest times. He lay, emaciated in Bergen-Belsen He crouched in the Anderson shelter hearing the bombs whining and crashing. He waded into the water at Hiroshima, in skies red and black. He fled the great fire of London. He sat on dusty plains of Africa's famines and cried in Romania's orphanages He heard the cries 'bring out your dead' as plague stalked the land. He was a refugee, fleeing murderous threats. Oppressed, like honest men under communist rule. Rounded up, like the Jews. Did I mention he was Jewish? He was the object of lies, and mockery, falsely arrested. Betrayed and tortured and murdered, like monks as their monasteries were pulled down around their ears. He walks through hospital wards and sits by hospice beds And rules from a throne, highly exalted. He is alive. He is hope. In our midst. Personified. His cry of 'HOPE' can be a whisper deep inside, almost unbelievable. Almost. Or HOPE can be a cry from Heaven, echoing across the land Bouncing off mountains and oceans alike. Coming from an empty tomb in Israel. It is a sure thing. Hope. Hope. HOPE.