Rockies fans everywhere taught the world a major lesson in the school of Hope. still fighting still clawing back to within one run of tying things up against a Sox team with a Payroll bigger than the city of Denver’s yearly budget.
when the sox bullpen brings out another purchased superstar we go for our homegrown 21 year olds. the rockies played their hearts out and attained all that they could with who they had on the roster.
Watching my buddy Steve back the Rockies through the series was a seminar in Hope. Whether it was the purple sombrero, the bottle of unnamed elixir or the pants pockets turned inside out we will never know. The deal is the man BELIEVED the rockies could do the impossible and come back and send the BoSox back to Boston to earn their Series over seven.
Hope is beautiful-inspiring-life giving. it provoked me a non baseball fan into a fanatic frenzy when Matt Holliday sent the humidor rich ball 420 feet into center field.
Hope shines like a solitary star in the chaos of our world.
When you encounter a Hopeful soul it literally elevates your day and sets your mind on what could be rather than what is not. Hope is perhaps an assurance that at some point the beauty and restoration of God will touch your life. It is a prevailing confidence that though you have tasted the bread of affliction-the main course of healing and redemption is being braised and baked in the kitchen.
The Nation of Israel were no strangers in the battle of hope. Around 700 BC they were in a major decline (see Republican party today) and were surrounded by the powerful Assyrians who had begun to ride down and intimidate the crap out of them. In that day God’s truth came to Isaiah in these words:
“And though the Lord give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, yet your Teacher will not hide himself anymore, but your eyes shall see your Teacher. And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left. Then you will defile your carved idols overlaid with silver and your gold-plated metal images. You will scatter them as unclean things. You will say to them, “BE GONE!”
And He will give rain for the seed with which you sow the ground, and bread, the produce of the ground, which will be rich and plenteous. In that day your livestock will graze in large pastures, and the oxen and the donkeys that work the ground will eat seasoned fodder, which has been winnowed with shovel and fork. And on every lofty mountain and every high hill there will be brooks running with water, in the day of the great slaughter when the towers (of the Assyrians) fall.
MOREOVER, the light of the moon will be as the light of the sun, and the light of the sun will be sevenfold, as the light of seven days, in the day when the Lord binds up the brokenness of his people, and heals the wounds inflicted by his blow.”
-Incredible-
Hoplessness has become a modern form of leprosy. Our medical procedures may be able to repair a decaying body but more and more people in our culture are suffering from the soul decaying disease of hopelessness.
my friend Clay sings a song called the “American Dream”, where he tracks the wide eyed aspirations of two lovers achieving said dream through jobs, position and social bliss to the utter destruction when at the end of the rainbow is only an empty pot. The dream didn’t have the capacity to meet the needs that provoked the quest. a bit tongue and cheek but true nonetheless. (you will have to go hear Clay play to get the “new” ending to the song).
The point is our culture desperately needs an injection of True Hope. Their are so many offers out there from Credit Cards to Botox from South Beach to Millionaire in a day books that do not have the capacity to satisfy the deep needs of the Human heart. They have left a hopeless generation looking under every possible pebble for the next thing.
Into that reality Jesus invites us to be a “light” shining into the chaos. Like the Nation of Israel we have all been fed the bread of adversity. We have all tasted the water of our affliction. Welcome to being in a disarrayed universe.
The question becomes: do we as people who are at Peace with God believe that at some point our Teacher will reveal to us the Road of Life He has been creating for us all along?
Do we believe that The NEW and LIVING way will be beautiful enough for us to defile and scatter all of the “false idols” we have used to fill the comfort gaps created by our hoplessness?
Do we believe that at some point our wounds will be healed and our brokeness bound in the grip of Incomprehensible LOVE?
Do we believe that Restoration and Peace are just around the corner and that our lives can carry hope as an emblem of our Trust in God?
I want to be that kind of man. I want to be a part of that kind of Church family. Those who HOLD TRUE to the Gift. Let’s allow Hope’s fire to kindle in us and cause a new light to shine into our culture.
“Nothing is Impossible for him who believes.”
