On a recent trip to Chicago, I went for an excursion in my wheelchair. As is my habit before crossing the street, I always look both ways - even if it is a one-way street. As I looked to my right, I saw a man sitting on the curb. His head bent downward, oblivious to the world around him. Sadness. Loneliness. Hopeless.
On the other hand, I have learned that a friend's health is failing. He is struggling to breath, to live. He prays. He loves and is loved. Faith is a constant companion. Peace. Comfort. Hopeful.
It seems to me that we start every day with the same choice, over and over. Do we choose to live life alone or with God? Without hope or with hope?
As I consider my life, I am acutely aware of time moving in its unceasing direction. It is winding down. Faith is crucial. Love is essential. However, to choose to live each moment with joy and peace requires Hope.
And Hope never fails.
So, Lord, what hope do I have? You are my hope! (Psalms 39:7)
I like this idea. Our attitude and outlook is completely under our control. And even if our initial reaction isn't great, we can reasses and choose to adjust how we respond.
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