Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Written by: Rev. Tina Campbell | Assisting Pastor for Senior Adult Ministries
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune—without the words,
And never stops at all.
In the pregnant words of Emily Dickinson, hope becomes a living, breathing thing, a child in the womb soon to be born. Our spiritual hope perches on our soul as the unborn child of a fourteen-year-old virgin. What could there be other than hope that would make this unlikely story a reality? What could there be other than hope to bring the Christ Child into the manger, soon to be born? What could there be other than hope that would prompt Joseph to step up to this impromptu family? Hope becomes a star and shepherds and magi. Hope becomes the Word made flesh.
If this unlikely hope became a reality, are our hopes any less true? We hope for peace in our disheveled world. We hope for purpose for our children. We hope for direction for our church. We hope for faithful service. We hope for hope itself. The Good News is that God hears our hopes just as much as he heard the hope of Mary. This hope perches on our soul, and never stops at all.
Prayer: O God, may my hope in you be a living, breathing and alive as we begin this advent season. Amen.