May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
What a foolish thing, to overflow with hope. Pollyanna, or worse- blind, ignorant, privileged.
Sometimes my image of God is contorted. Sometimes He is a hand-wringing, eye-rolling Boss, sarcastic and nervous and ready to shut the whole place down.
When I begin thinking about God that way I know I have wandered far from Him.
I return to Lazarus.
Jesus wept, even as he was about the raise Lazarus from the dead.
I remember a God who feels and weeps, who took up our infirmities and bore our diseases, who touches us and is touched by us.
God who calls forth the starry host,
Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings the starry host one by one and forth each of them by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing. Isaiah 40:26The same Spirit which calls out Abba, Father
Because you are his sons, God sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, the Spirit who , “Abba, Father.”Maybe our minds are too small to comprehend both the power and tender mercy of God at the same time. But maybe this is what hope is- both to weep, and to wait in expectation.
Only in Christ can we live in this fallen world overflowing with hope.