Thought for the Week
“We mus t accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope” said Martin Luther King, who fifty years ago marched across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in support of voting rights for African Americans, and into the billy clubs and tear gas of the Alabama State Troopers.
Hope is like this giant courageous dare in the face of enormous adversity. Those who suffer little, who surround life with comfort will never know the power of gigantic hope. It is those who suffer who hold to the biggest hope.
You see, you can numb your pain, you can run from it, you can put it onto others and be trapped in the story of how other’s are to blame (which is not say that others aren’t highly responsible, it’s just that we can’t get trapped in that story), you can keep trying to forget how much your hurting; but dulling your pain risks too much – because with it you dull your hope, and who you were made to be.
But that seems not be the Way to live in a universe held together by the God of all hope, the Jesus of empty tombs and resurrected bodies, where the Spirit of God, the wind of God, blows into every darkened corner of the universe and says “even here there can be hope”.
Hope is getting off the floor when your knees are skinned and your mouth is parched, hope is not giving up on the child whom sometimes you hate with a fury you never knew you had, hope is to believe that you were made for love and compassion and blessing, when others thought you were only a waste of skin and space. Hope is for our community, too often afraid of each other, but hope says we were made to our neighbours as we love ourselves.
So walk this week your Edmund Pettus bridge, into the teeth of those who would bring you down, and discover that even in your weakness, even in the arms of God, that hope, true hope, deep hope, is never wasted. Rev Neil Glover, Flemington Hallside Church.