Lately, this world has seemed so dark, hasn’t it? Turn on the news and you hear nothing but dissension, senseless occurrences, natural disasters, and heartbreak after heartbreak.
It’s difficult to hold on to hope when our surroundings look dismal and hopeless. But I find comfort and a sense of hope each time I view a sunset. Every setting of the sun proclaims to me the beauty God has created and the fact that He has graciously given me another day of life on this planet.
Hope comes to me when I believe that after each sunset will come a sunrise and another beginning for another day of life.
Over Thanksgiving, Papa and I traveled southward to the state where our oldest daughter and son-in-love reside. One evening the four of us visited an expansive and lovely park that our loved ones frequent often.
With a bit of a chill in the evening air, we ambled along a path beside a pond and one that led us up a stone stairway to the crest of a hill where we could stand or perch on a boulder and face westward.
Just for the opportunity to watch the sun begin its descent on the horizon. And a gorgeous sunset it was!
But that God-painted masterpiece of a sunset was not all we observed. Situated on one of the rocks, right along a crack on its surface, a small, smooth stone had been placed by someone before us. (Picture at the beginning of this post.)
One word was engraved in that little stone – HOPE. I found it remarkable because most folks might not find hope in a sunset. And most of us who nurse broken hearts, whose lives may be cracked and fractured by distressing events or devastating circumstances, struggle to find hope.
But hope entered this world a long time ago. Hope entered in the form of a tiny baby born in the lowliest of places yet destined to become Savior of the world.
His name is Jesus. He is why we celebrate Christmas, the commemoration of His birth.
Because one holy night when the stars were brightly shining, the Savior was born at a time when “long lay the world in sin and error pining.” Yet when He appeared, the weary world rejoiced with a thrill of hope.
I am a Christian, a believer in a Savior named Jesus Christ, and I believe He is the hope of the world. And because I believe, I must express this hope that shines a brilliant light in the darkness of the world.
My hope is if you don’t know this Savior, you will. And in doing so, you will be filled with hope this Christmas and beyond.
“Jesus is the hope of the world and the local church is the vehicle of expressing that hope to the world.” ~ Andy Stanley