Have you ever had a conversation with a friend and been caught off guard by a question? You fumble with an answer the best way you can, but then days later you realize how you should have responded. (Please tell me I’m not the only one!). This just happened to me.
A friend of mine was not raised in church. She has never had an interest in organized religion and doesn’t believe in God. We were talking about a friend of ours that had lost her husband and how strong she was in the face of this tragic loss. My friend said that she just didn’t understand how anyone could go on after tragedy. Then she asked, “How in the world can you have a faith that puts so much hope on what’s up in the clouds?”
My dear friend, instead of giving a bumbling diatribe about faith being what we cannot see but believing anyway, this is what I should have said:
My hope is not in the clouds. My hope is right next to me every second of every day. My hope walks ahead of me and knows what’s coming before I can even catch a glimpse. My hope is not made of fluffy invisible dreams beyond the horizon. My hope is an anchor.
When the waves of doubt and hurt are crashing, my hope is unwavering. When the people I love disappoint me, my hope is not shaken. My hope gives me strength when my body is exhausted. It gives me peace when my mind is spinning in the world of what-if. When injustice and rage are at my doorstep, my hope is secure.
And while our minds can hardly comprehend it, my hope is also eternal.
My hope is not the government. My hope is not success. My hope is not recognition. My hope is not even my precious family.
My hope is in the Lord and His sustaining, all-powerful, and all-forgiving love. It does not live in the clouds. It lives in me. And it can live in you.
“We have this hope as an anchor for our soul, firm and secure”