NEVER HOPELESS

Ok, so maybe the hopelessness isn’t something directly focused at you. Maybe it’s a loved one you’re concerned about and the struggles they’re dealing with. It might be as plain-as-the-nose-on-your-face and they just can’t seem to get a grip on any help you are trying to offer them. You are the one, reaching into the darkness with your hand outstreached, but touching nothing. You call, but no one answers. You grope and feel but there’s only emptiness.

You find yourself consumed with questions of, “Why can’t my reach be farther? Why can’t I say the right thing to coax him out or at least into reaching back? Why won’t he grab onto the hope I’m trying to offer? Why won’t he save himself?” [...]

How many of you have wanted to be something other than what you are? Have you ever thought “If I only could………”, “If only I were……….” Face it, we all have. We have dreamed. We have wanted. We have tried to do or be things other than what we are.

But have you seen this?

If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes.
–St. Clement of Alexandra

“What would life be if we had
no courage to attempt
anything.”

–Vincent Van Gogh

It’s Easter morning and I’m looking at a Love Life ring my youngest daughter was getting as a gift. The Easter dresses are all beautiful and we are ready to head off to church for Easter service. I read the quote on the tag of the ring and it struck me as so in tune with the message of this site. Life for many of us seems empty, devoid of any real meaning. We just trudge our way through each day, just hanging on. We see our lives as meaningless.

The Crucifixion

Many centuries ago, on a Passover night
IMany centuries ago, on a Passover night
In a garden called Gethsemane, my Lord was in prayer
A crowd rushed upon, this precious Nazarite
And He was betrayed by a friend, as shouts filled the air
Yes when they arrested my Jesus, I was there

This is the day they will crucify my Lord. Read it all,….right here.

Having seen the cost of hopelessness and nearly paid the tab in full, the alternative, being hopeful, suddenly seems much more appealing, requiring only the whim of a child, the dream of a fool and the effort of one who has no choice but to live. See, where there is hopelessness, there is a severe price that goes with it.

So your life is a big pile of crap? Hmmmm. Do you really think so? What do I know about your life? Maybe it is. We generally tend to be a bit harder on ourselves than others might be, but you may have rightly assessed your situation. But then again, maybe not. But for now, let’s assume u r right.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers–

That perches in the soul–

And sings the tune without the words–

And never stops–

at all–

Emily Dickenson

One day I was working in a small barn in Germany, set back out of the way on a small dirt and gravel ally-way where old buildings still stand wall to wall and it’s just wide enough for a car or small tractor to get past another parked up on the grass, when I noticed a neighbor loading things onto a trailer attached to his car. “What are you doing?” i asked. “loading up to go back where I came from.” he replied. He was going behind the iron curtain………….again.

Hope is dying right in front of me. I can’t stop it. I want to be able to make it happen, but I don’t have anything I can do to raise the kind of cash I need to buy it. And suddenly, I didn’t even have a friend to lean on.