Today marks the first Sunday of Advent in the Christian calendar, and traditionally the first Sunday represents “hope.”
I’ll be honest and say that I’ve always struggled with the idea of hope. To me, it’s seemed like another word for optimism. Not that that’s a bad thing at all — I’m a very optimistic person, and I always try to find the good in everything. But I’ve never really understood the theological reason for the subject of hope to be so predominant throughout scripture. Until now.
According to Webster dictionary, hope is “cherishing a desire with anticipation; to want something to happen or be true.”
So often, I simply tell God that I’m trusting Him because I know He has everything in control. I trust Him with my life and with my relationships and with my career and with everything. And that’s good. God wants us to trust Him. But that’s not all He wants us to do. He wants us to have hope in Him.
Without hope, trust is empty and futile. There’s no anticipation. Trust becomes easy and religious; it becomes pharisaical — blind to expectation and a strict adherence to the things we trust.
Hope brings that sense of expectation that God is going to do what He said He’s going to do and that He will fulfill His promises.
It’s not blind optimism. It’s anticipating in Someone.
And that’s what Christmas is all about. It’s the celebration of the moment God began to fulfill His promise that He will reunite us back with Him in a personal relationship.
Merry Christmas, everyone.