The strength of hope

While attending a funeral recently, I enjoyed thoughts of hope while at the same time offering tears toward they who find hope such a poor friend. That is a pity and must make for a miserable ending to life for they who say to hope: ‘shoo, go away.’

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Even the mother doe will stand still for hours, hoping that her fawn will somehow someway reappear from the field of casualties left by the deer drive that bewildered her hope.

The soaring hawk with those excellent eyes scans below looking for his next lunch, hoping he will score.

The pitcher’s teammates are all on edge in the ninth inning, hoping their top ace will finish with a no-hitter. Sure they have faith their pitcher could do it……….they hope he does, but charity here is irrelevant, as hope is king.

The doe, the hawk, and the pitcher all express what men forget, that this truth gives a man strength and a reason to live, a natural response to merely waking up in the morning. I ‘hope’ the water springs from the faucet; I ‘hope’ the milk isn’t sour; I ‘hope’ the package I sent reaches its destination,  but ha, even faith covers all forgotten hopes.  We are such hypocrites to not give God His place in His own creation, using His tools so freely given.

The last breath of life was called to surrender, untimely as it were, and one more proof of the reality of God-given hope.

We do not honor the death of jackals with ritual and memory, no, we honor the death of friend and family because the spirit of man demands it.

The finger of death points directly to hope. ‘Unto dust shalt thou return,’ and no more humbling five words were ever spoken. Faith knows this. Charity knows this, and most certainly, hope knows that we will rise again. But of these three, it is hope which is the anchor for the soul, giving strength to the weary of heart in the midst of such unexpected and devastating loss.

We do not hope for things that are seen, thus the twin friendship of faith and hope, but the crowning of glory and honor given by God to man is just so darn palpable, especially in death, that even the coldest of hearts must be moved to thoughts of eternity, and it is this ingredient that proves once more ‘I am that I am.’

‘I am the God of the living,’ has been an eternal truth that many have taken to their graves in hope, a hope that has been proven, verified, and endearing. The God of all comfort offers hope freely to one and all. There is no shortage of living water.

Man is the jewel of God’s earth, but yep, we have gone sideways, and maybe even have become rusted jewels, but still, facts are facts, as God has made man a little lower than the angels, and the authority of man over this earth would not be denied by the wisest of serpents.

Of course that enemy and thief of God would steal a mans hope, for true hope pays homage to God and not to the devil, but the valuables, those gems of grace and truth, goodness and mercy, kindness and self-control, these fruits are so despised that it is sickening to a decent man, yet, the accuser of the brethren works full-time to steal hope from hearts that are stayed on the Lord.

When I consider the hope of men who have lost a loved one, the love of God that passes understanding during these times is challenged by some, and that is normal while one grieves. Once the ‘dust’ settles, God is ever more perfect in all his ways, and if the greatest of these is love, how high His love must be, for hope to be so deep in a crushed soul.

Hope more than floats, it sails and soars, to God be the glory in life and in death.



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24 Responses to The strength of hope

  1. I really needed this right now. God bless you for the timely message.

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  2. archaeopteryx1 says:

    “<Even the mother doe will stand still for hours, hoping that her fawn will somehow someway reappear from the field of casualties left by the deer drive that bewildered her hope.” – Funny, I’ve spent a lot of time in deer country, but I’ve never seen that happen. Were you an actual eye-witness to this event, or did you hear it multiple-hand, the way the Gospels were written?

    …and maybe even have become rusted jewels” – Rust is oxidation, jewels don’t oxidize, but then science was never your strong suite. Speaking of which, any “authority of man over this earth,” has been gained through science, not mumbo-jumbo, it’s antithesis.


    • ColorStorm says:

      Eye witness? As a matter of fact yes, but so what, as it is a common occurrence where the next wrong step may be its last. Ask any serious deer hunter, as opposed to a spectator.

      Hope is a valuable asset.


    • Citizen Tom says:

      That’s a peculiar question. What was it suppose to prove?

      What it did prove you don’t seem to realize how much a mother doe cares about her fawn.

      I saw evidence of a mother doe’s concern not too long ago. I was jogging inside a fenced government facility, and I saw two fawn inside the fence. Two silly little children on the wrong side of the fence. Their mother was on the outside. As the fawn raced away from me, running along the fence, the mother raced with them.

      Unfortunately, the fawn did not figure out how to get out soon enough. So a couple of days latter I saw them again. They looked healthy, but I guess they and their mother had to find water.

      Thirsty. Confused. They finally lost hope. Without hope, we give up. So the deer tried to get back together, but that fence was too much for the fawn, particularly in broad daylight with humans all about.

      We make fences. We create such puzzles, but eventually like frightened deer we encounter problems we cannot solve, no matter how much we hope. Then there is only one secure place for our hope. We must put our trust in One who does not fail.

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  3. atimetoshare says:

    I have been experiencing a lot of funerals lately – friends and acquaintance seem to be succumbing to death in abundance. There are no words to calm the heart of those who sorrow, except for the loving comfort of the eternal life awaiting them and all of us who believe in Him. What greater comfort? Thanks for your beautiful words today!

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  4. Scarlett says:

    Hope is not as powerful as faith, but faith has it’s very essence with hope.
    “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.Hebrews “11:1

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    • ColorStorm says:

      Tkx scarlett.

      Faith, hope, charity, THESE three, but the greatest of these is charity. Of this list though, Truth is missing, of which I would say is greater, but combines all.

      It’s always hard to quantify spiritual value, but each has its distinct place.

      “Hope’ maketh not ashamed, and of course that assumes faith, but all mankind exhibits hope and faith daily 😉

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  5. Great post and much needed today, Colorstorm.

    Something that I think is so remarkable, God often shows up when all hope is lost. I think when we truly hit bottom, when we completely lose ourselves, that is when we get out of our own line of vision and there He is, right where He’s always been.

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    • ColorStorm says:

      Tkx insanitybytes22. I’ll say you would agree that hearts tend to be softer and receptive to the things of God during times of death.

      As a mere body in a pew, it’s always interesting talking to whoever you land next to, and the memory and mind seems to be rather sharp when hearing scripture.

      I truly feel for people I’ve never met, and I suppose that is kin to ‘who having not seen ye love………..’ but you are right, God isn’t the one who has moved when we are distant, and we take take great comfort that ‘the judge of all the earth shall do right.’

      If you would happen to think of it, do offer prayer in this direction, as Paul coveted the prayers of those like minded. The will of God is enough to go on.

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  7. Tricia says:

    Touching post ColorStorm and yet another nice reminder of the importance of who or what you put your trust in as it relates to hope. God can never fail nor do wrong, thus trusting in Him brings true hope.

    Death is a certainty for all but that doesn’t make dealing with it any easier. Prayers to you and your family.

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