Still in Week 1 of Advent, Hope prevails. I am slowly getting my bearings–literally as the dizziness subsides. Sometimes I even feel perfectly normal for short periods. I hang on to Hope. I have a few friends going through some crazy stuff right now health-wise so it makes my issues seem minimal.
Hope entails believing in Something that seems beyond belief and trusting in Someone who has the details of the mass confusion that we sometimes get caught in. I remain a believer in Hope. As I head to bed, I find solace in words from Ann Voskamp’s meditation yesterday–that we are formed by a huddle of holy hearts. An Ignatian contemplation comes to mind with these words. I envision the Trinity discussing what to do with the world which seems like it is spinning out of control. They have this absolutely crazy idea as they huddle together, looking down at the earth spinning below. All this holiness has a heart so full of Love….for us. All this holiness is crazy in love with us. The Trinity comes up with the wild idea to send one of the holy beings to earth to become human. How can I not have Hope if that is the plan that is concocted? In that huddle of holy hearts, Love pours out in extravagant abundance for me, for you, for us, for all Creation.
Whatever happens in the weeks ahead for me and for my friends, my vote is to Hope. The plan may be outrageous but it has worked before.