When we’re young, it is so easy to believe:
- that we can do anything.
- that miracles can happen.
- that God works all things together for our good.
But somewhere, at some point, that changes: we get older, we don’t get the job we wanted, the people we love don’t love us back, and the visa doesn’t come in time.
Things happen outside of us, and that causes something to happen within us.
Something ugly.
Something sad.
Something false.
We stop believing, because believing is disappointing. Believing means hoping, and hope hurts too much when it doesn’t happen the way we believed it would.
But the danger of not believing is worse than the disappointment. The unbelief means there’s no hope, and no hope is the saddest thing that can happen to us. It deafens us to God’s voice, it cripples us, and, in the end, it kills us.
Hope keeps us alive.
More than breathing, the life Hope gives makes us whole.
