Suddenly the clouds parted….as the sun slowly broke the darkness in the far off Eastern sky, looking Westward a patch of glorious blue appeared and with it, the hope of a better day.
It wasn’t yet seven am but the morning was already warm, the remnants of the Southern wind blowing up from the Sahara had pushed the 400 miles from our lower coastlines and were raising the temperature in a most pleasing way.
For several days the thermometer had stayed above 17 degrees centigrade, not warm for those used to lower hemispherical heat, but for us it was delightful. To step outside into the morning dark at six and be met with a warming hug is something to be cherished.
Hope is a fickle beast, it affects the lives of us all by its presence or absence.
Eight years ago I was greatly affected by the events taking place in an unknown town far to the south of us. Two dozen young people had taken their lives over a very short space of time, for a place that I knew nothing of to affect me so deeply was most confusing at the time. After pursuing it for a time and having contact with a local Pastor my life moved on to other things and I seldom thought about it.
Until yesterday. I came across a film that had been made about the events and it mentioned a figure just short of 80.
Once again all of those feelings came rushing back in like a flood, what hopelessness is gripping this one community that is taking a generation of people?
I know hopelessness, I too have walked that road and thought those thoughts, I have looked over the precipice into the deep darkness of that awful chasm and considered.
Thankfully I pulled back, the tiniest glimmer of hope seeped through a crack in the blackness and betrayed the lie of it all.
My hope is found in a person, as a Christian the hope and reality of new life and daily renewed hope has returned. This may not be your experience and I have never mentioned it before in my blog as that was not its purpose. But even that hope vanished in my dark days, mental isolation is a horrible thing, enclosed in the darkness with an unasailable dome over your mind.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick.
Hope, as they say, springs eternal.
Where there is life there is hope.
I could go on.
We speak about having something to pin our hopes on, and having hope as an anchor, these are vivid descriptions of the reality that as humans we must have something to hope in and for.
Today…..I am grateful for hope, and grateful to have a focus for it.