
Newness
I am not sure I went out looking for the resurrected Christ in my day, but glimpses of that new hope and creation were everywhere.

I am not sure I went out looking for the resurrected Christ in my day, but glimpses of that new hope and creation were everywhere.

Bless that little boy. I don’t know his name or really anything about him, but it seemed that Jesus was shining from him. There was a sense of peace, innocence, joy, and hope about him. I wish I could shield that little child from what he’s going to learn, as he grows older, of people’s inhumanity to others and how hatred fuels the fires that produce violence. But then, maybe he’s the hope of tomorrow, one of the teens who isn’t afraid to speak up and speak out.

I have to admit that when anything grows, I’m amazed. Amazed that such a small seed in the ground can transform into a beautiful, fruit-bearing plant.

The The Revd Dr Rachel Mash is the Co-ordinator for the Anglican Church of South Africa’s Environmental Network. In this essay from ACNS, she shares her hopes, rooted in her faith, for 2017 and beyond

Many people, stressed by the election and the seeming endless stream of beloved-celebrity deaths were happy to see the backside of 2016. And yet, 2017 doesn’t seem to be offering much joy. Religion Dispatches, though, is offering Ten Tendrils of Hope for 2017; an article with concrete foundations for hopeful action.

The fear that has gripped me has alleviated a little for I know that stretched out across this nation, and this world, there are more of us who hold the candles of hope than not.

This Advent, think about the little seed of hope we all carry within us and how we can nurture that hope so that in due time we will bring forth a vision of hope that will encompass the world.

…apocalypses are written when times are bad. They are not upbeat. In fact, they are always the code-language of the oppressed when times are worst. But the very fact that we have them, that apocalypses were enshrouded one day as sacred scripture, tells us who was vindicated.

Three nights ago, at the Fort Collins vigil for those killed or wounded in the Orlando shooting, Rabbi Shoshana Leis sang, in what she described as an ancient traditional chant of lamentation, the last words texted by Eddie Justice to his mother.

I am still waiting for a few of my failures, some of my wounds, to turn to joy. Jesus forgot to say exactly when the joy would come. But, I am hopeful.