It’s been a while.
I still am not in the mood to write. Probably because there’s a lot that’s been going through my head lately. But for some reason, I feel compelled to. So, here’s me attempting to fight the writer’s block through free writing hoping that somehow, the by-product would make sense.
I remember reading this a few weeks ago:
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.”
What is the hope we profess? What is it that we are supposed to hold on to – setting aside all doubts, casting off all fear, our eyes fixed on its fulfillment? What is that hope we can always cling to amidst all the chaos, when things don’t go according to plan, when people fail us, when we fail?
He answered me a few days later.
“In His great mercy He has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead.”
-1 Peter 1:3
Clearly, I used the wrong interrogative sentence-starter (if there is such a term).
Jesus is the hope we profess. Jesus is the one we hold on to unswervingly. Because He lives, because He rose from the grave after three days just like what He said, we can easily set aside all doubts, cast off all fear, and fix our eyes on Him – the author and perfecter of our faith. Because He lives, we can always trust, and hope, and persevere amidst all the chaos, even when things don’t go according to plan, even when people fail us, and even when we fail. Because He lives and lives to love, we can live and love and love some more.
The world says: “Tough times call for desperate measures.” I don’t know about you but I’m glad I don’t have to abide by this. For some, Jesus becomes the desperate measure. He shouldn’t be. He’s supposed to be our only measure.