It was Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady who said, “Words, words, words, I’m so sick of words.”
She saw her ne’er-do-well admirer as all talk. Eliza’s demand was appropriate; “Don’t talk
of love, show me!” She sloshed through a
sea of verbiage to reach the other shore.
As Christians, our hope is in Jesus Christ. The real enemy of Christianity is not
militant skepticism but a pervasive philosophy of despair and materialism. Hope ought to characterize Christians. We are a people of hope. Because of the incarnation, we have tangible
hope in Jesus Christ. By all counts, Israel
should have been erased from the map! It
survived an avalanche of empires; the Assyrians, Babylonians, Greeks, Medes,
Persians and Romans. God spoke by the
prophets of a hope beyond the debris of history.
Remember, you are hope personified to someone! Martin Luther said God can carve the rotten
wood and ride the lame horse. What does
that mean? God chooses to use the likes
of us in his redemptive program.
Christmas is almost on us. God knew that the best way to send guides was to wrap it in a
person. In Jesus Christ, God was flesh;
seen, heard, touched and hugged. In our
hi-tech world there is a huge need for hi-touch. There is no substitute for
that personal touch. Our hope is not in
human achievement, goodness, institutions, government, or human systems. Our hope is about God’s redemptive program established
in Jesus Christ.
Blessings,