I am holding a big hope. I have caught a glimpse of possibility, my heart has swelled, and there it is: Hope.
We are just about halfway through the season of Advent, a season filled with hope. There is hope for peace, hope for God’s promised kin-dom, and another, special hope. It is a hope passed through the generations. It is the remembered hope for a Messiah. It is the inherited hope for salvation from fear and hate, for a just and mighty ruler, for a Wonderful Child.
That’s a big Hope. Tonight, I understand the hope of Advent. It is heavy and full like an expectant womb. It is thrilling and wondrous. It is terrifying.