"The thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices."
That line from "O, Holy Night" has reverberated with me for weeks.
It seems like each week it takes on a different nuance.
When the Powerball lottery was unbelievably high, I brought out my usual justification for buying a ticket every once in a blue moon. "A couple dollars isn't bad for a little hope!" I say happily as I give my money away.
The multitude of people who did the same in the face of that life-changing jackpot are testament to the need people have for hope in their lives. Unfortunately the lottery is not a very viable way to find life improvement.
After the tragedy in Newtown, Conn., a couple weeks ago, this country searched for answers. We were desperate for a way to end such senseless tragedy. Some are calling for stiffer gun control. Others point toward a need for better mental healthcare. And some point to a need for better parenting. There are no easy answers.
What we need is hope.
Emily Dickinson once wrote, "Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all."
I love that she said the tune was without words. We often want to put just the right words to a situation -- I should know that dilemma given my profession. But sometimes the right words just don't exist. The important part is in the last phrase of that quote, "never stops at all."
We can't lose hope. Without hope we're, well, we're hopeless. And hopeless is a very terrible way to be.
As a Christian, I believe the true hope for this world lies with the baby in a manger that we celebrated yesterday. But not just the manger -- he grew to be a man who led by example. He died for our sins; that is where the true hope lies. May the weary world realize this and rejoice in hope!