Hope (Photo credit: baejaar)

Watching the events of the day unfold, my weak mind is not able to put them all together anymore.  Far to many events.  Far too many directions toward destruction.  It is as if chaos has dawned and is growing in strength.  If I had a white board the size of a house I wouldn’t have room to name the items in play lately.

A storm of lies littered with promises of gold stream from the mouths of liars.  The young flock to anything that is coated with the sugar of “importance”.  The wise speak.  But their voices are drowned out by dazzling messages of “Body over the will of God”.  A putrid stench is wafting through in the evening breeze.  Another step toward destruction, the anti-christ walks toward the promised war with the Lord Jesus.

I would not blame anyone for losing heart in the face of this onslaught.  I find it interesting that my heart remains steadfast in hope.  I cannot speak of these events anymore.  Those who listen to my words are distraught when they encounter the reality of our situation in the world.  And the worry and fear begin to enclose their minds as the words come out.

I wait now for insight from the Lord to create words and actions that portray the hope that lives within me.  As surely as Daniel did not worry as they drug him to the lion’s pit, there is no worry within me at the ugly pictures beginning to appear in the sky and land.

Hope is found in Jesus alone.  It has been so for thousands of years.  And it will not fade as the “horrible” unfolds.  The Spirit of Christ gives life and hope.  The spirit of the world cannot render the same.  “There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.”  (1 John 4:18)