Hope has never been more dangerous.
In Romans 5, Paul tells us that the antecedent to hope is suffering, patience (perseverance), and character.
I’m a bit ashamed to admit that for a long time, this was what our family clung to—the hope that everything would return to how it once had been. And yet, I think by now we’ve all accepted that it never will.
In the cross of Christ, we find the most profound tension of opposites: life and death.
Through memoirs and metaphors, theology and etymology, Rachel Stone (an English teacher, author, and doula) tells the story of birth and life, fear, and hope.
All our wounds, the places we have hurt others and the places that we have been hurt, can be found there in the wounds in his hands and feet.
[Luke 10] gives strength and renewed resolution that today matters, because Jesus has given this day—and every day—meaning
In a world that’s ridden with war, fear, and despair, God is bigger. God is greater.
The author of Ecclesiastes reminds us there is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven. There is a time to be born and a time to die, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. Yet, sometimes it feels like there is more sadness than laughter, more mourning than joy.
Like light in the darkness, the promises of God bring hope. Like a boat firmly anchored through a storm, we find our firm hope in Jesus, the anchor of our lives.
By telling what God has done in our lives, we point to the grace of the cross, to the one who is our Light and our Salvation, our stronghold in times of darkness.
As Christians, we are not promised an easy life. We all sin, make mistakes, and fall off track. The good news is that our struggles will not last forever. We have mere minutes to toil, but eternity to enjoy and we must not lose hope.
The thirst here is for nothing in a jug, for something a whole lot more than lemonade. The thirst here is for living water in the parched soul of someone who’s wandering in a desert where there’s nothing more than hot sand.
Does living with plenty dull the sense of our own sin and misery? Are we even aware of our need for a Savior? Of our gratitude for deliverance? Could our material comforts and security be actually diminishing our joy?
Despite the differences in their situations – the unlikely pregnancy of an old woman who bore the shame of barrenness for years and the completely impossible pregnancy of a young unwed virgin – these two women faced many of the same challenges as first-time mothers.
The Advent season grants the opportunity to relate with time through events: the birth of Christ, and his ultimate return.
Luke 2:13-14: “And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.” Modern culture is the era of the massive spectacle. Each promises to amaze us, to be bigger, better, more awesome than anything seen before. People flock to …
It seems to me that the majority of Christians in North America today have bought into the “christmas” of our broader culture. The real problem for me is all the “stuff” we do to celebrate “christmas” that gets in the way of truly celebrating Christmas.
Simeon seems to remind us to sit back in the spirit and lean into him. The invitation is to invest deeply in the ordinary with the expectation that God is fully capable of using the everyday lives of others to speak his truth into our lives.
During this Christmas season let our expectations of Jesus give us hope.
There is a clear response for Christians when we consider the coming, birth, life, death, resurrection, and ascension of Christ. Hope, which is faithfulness and gratitude.
When we put our hope in Christ, it raises us up beyond the conditions and circumstances that might weaken most people.