A Four-Lettered "H" Word Part 3

How can hope be foolish?

Coming from the phrase "a fool's hope," I really wonder what Tolkien was getting at when he wrote this phrase in his Lord of the Rings Trilogy. In The Return of the King, Gandalf is asked by Pippin if there is any hope, and he replies, "There never was much hope. Just a fool's hope." Now, this response is supposed to be endearing to Pippin, as he is commonly called a fool throughout the story; however, I think we can learn from this as well.

Here is what Dictionary.com has to say about a fool:

1. a silly or stupid person; a person who lacks judgement or sense.

2. a professional jester, formerly kept by a person of royal or noble rank for amusement: the court fool.

3. a person who has been tricked or deceived into appearing or acting silly or stupid: to make a fool of someone

4. an ardent enthusiast who cannot resist an opportunity to endulge an enthusiasm (usually preceded by a present participle): He's just a dancing fool

5. a weak-minded or idiotic person.

One night, I asked my friend if she thought hope was foolish. At first, her answer was, "yes". But the context needs to be know. Currently, she is being bombarded with the frustrations of an ex-boyfriend who won't let her go, a friend who desperately wants to be more, and the fea

r that she will never find a good guy. She is losing hope while contending with the guys' hope that she will chose them.

Put yourself in this situation. Does hope seem stupid? Tricky? A part of the joker? An addiction of the desperate? A characteristic of idiots who won't get the picture?

When we have been hurt, do we really want to hope? When we have hoped but not seen that hope realized, do we give it up as a fool's practice? When we know without a doubt that a bad situation will not change, do we still hope that it will? Aren't we supposed to always hope, never

give up? "But if we hope for what we do not see, we wait for it with patience."~Romans 8:25 "But as for me, I will watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me."~Micah 7:7

It would make my friend's life so much easier if those guys would just stop hoping that they will eventually win her over. It woul

d be much less painful to just give up and not care about our "useless" hopes than be disappointed again and again. But, we can't give up. "Hope deferred makes the heart sick..." Proverbs 13:12 Even the most cynical person you know holds on to hope. The way we can tell when a person has officially dropped hope is when they become depressed.

I've started answering another question of hope: When is hope a bad thing? I want to save this question for the next blog (yu

p, we are going into a part 4. Who would have thought half of Hebrews 11:1 could generate such a long discussion?).

But, in answer to if hope is foolish, here is what you think: no. My friend mass texted her hundreds of contacts with the question I posed her, and the VAST majority answered 'No way!'.

I think yes and no. Under the view of the "experienced, well-knowing" world and society, hope can be very foolish, especially if it goes against the facts. But, as Chirst's followers, we aren't called to look prudent in the world's terms. Sometimes, we are going to looks silly or foolish. However, we just have to remember Who's opinion of us really matters, which is really difficult at many times, I'll admit.

A story about hope: There was once a man who loved wolves. Since the wolves of the area were losing their habitat, he bought a perfect piece of land that would be more than big enough for the wolves to live in. Going into the woods, he found and befriended the weaker wolves who were at the lowest rank of the pack and soon brought them back to his land. There were many wolves who remained in the original woods because they were more cunning and powerful.

The weak pack grew strong under his watch and soon followed him as their alpha. To see the pack and him together would be like seeing over-joyed puppies with their father. Tails always wagged and a his face always smiled.

Soon, he gathered his pack and took them to the original woods. Sending them out, the new pack was to bring the left behind wolves to the man so he could take them back to his land. Some of the wolves were astounded at the changed wolves' confidence and joy, but many of the higher-ranked wolves growled and threatened the changed wolves as outsiders. Those who were tired of how the pack lived left with the changed wolves, and cautiously met the man. He took them with him, and the changed wolves adopted them happily as one of the pack. The man and his pack returned repeatedly to the woods. Sometimes more wolves would join their numbers, but other times, they would be chased out of the woods as outsiders.

One day, the man and his pack returned to the woods only to be barricaded by the alpha and his closest mates, fangs and growls making their points very clear. There were still many many wolves left in the original woods. The man's wolves barked and signed their message: that the man could take them to a better place. But the wild wolves threatened to attack. Calmly, the man asked his wolves to step aside. Knowing that the wild wolves would rip him to pieces, the changed wolves ignored him and only tightened their protective circle of him. He rested his hand on each wolf's head, reassuring them that he would be alright. Many whimpered against his wish, but the changed wolves broke their circle and backed away.

The man hoped that he could bring the wild wolves to himself by showing he wasn't a threat. Calmly kneeling down, making himself at the wolves' eye-level, he looked deeply into the alpha's eyes. He inwardly pleaded for the wolf to trust him, and extended his hand out to the wolf. The alpha bristled and leapt forward with a growl, sinking his teeth into the man's hand. A cry left the man's lips, and a tremor ran through his body, but he otherwise remained kneeling with his hand in the alpha's mouth. Growl's, yelps, and cries burst from the changed wolves' pack, but they stayed put, hoping their Alpha knew what he was doing and secretly afraid of the wild alpha and his pack.

The changed pack howled in horror as their Alpha was attacked by the wild pack and carried deep into the woods by their ferocious appetites. Some of the changed wolves ran after the man, but the wild ones on the edge of the mass attacked them. Those brave few were forced back onto their haunches with the rest of the changed ones. Their cries filled the area as the growls and barks of the wild pack faded away with their Alpha.

Night came, and some of the changed wolves suggested going back home, but many growls answered them. They would wait. So, like statues, the wolves sat at the edge of the woods they used to call home, hoping that their Alpha would return.

Have you ever felt like your Alpha has been carried away by the world? Has He abandoned you? Do you still have the hope that He will win in the end?

A Four-Lettered "H" Word Part 2

It may be February, but that doesn't stop Arkansas from having freakishly awesome weather. A few weeks ago, we had the most snow I have ever seen in this state, with the piling white fluff relieving us of school worries for an entire three days! Three days of sleeping in, staying up late, hanging with friends, and eating good, warm food. I also had a grand opportunity to get way ahead in my classes. Did I take it? Nope. I studied for a big test that was moved to this week, but that was the extent of my productiveness. Now, I am back to the typical hurricane-pace of a normal week, and the weather decides to play in the 70s...

*sigh*

I really wish that we also got out of school for good weather, too. Instead of sitting inside writing lab reports and studying for tests, I want to be outside hiking. But, nice weather will come for the rest of my life. Graduation in May ...kind of a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

So, back to our hopeful conversation.

What does it mean to hope?

Goodness, how did you answer this question? I feel like this is asking "what is love"; you have to describe the effects of the cause to define it.

Romans has some pretty good verses on hoping: "For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is not hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently." Romans 8:24-25. Does some of this sound familiar? "But hope that is seen is not hope at all" So, hope is futuristic; we haven't seen the prize yet. We are looking ahead and determining what is good or what is desired. Hope isn't stuck in the past, and it isn't content with the present. Eyes set forward, hope gives us a reason.

What is the difference between a hope and a wish?

All of these questions were some that I jotted down when preparing for this study. The next few are just a little word emphasized, but I find terminology incredibly insightful and a great guidance in exploring ideas.

I view a wish as something desired, but with reserve. Wishing has a lesser degree of commitment than hoping. When you throw a penny into the fountain and wish for a good day, I question how much you truly expect for that wish to be fulfilled. If it does, then perhaps your wish was just a hope in disguise. I view wishing as placing an order to the etherial kitchens, but hoping...hoping has so much more meaning. When we truly hope for something, we see a good outcome that is worth fighting for. Hope drives people.

I can't remember where I saw this, if it was a movie or TV show, but it was a villain talking about how he controlled his victims. He said that giving people hope was the secret, that if you said you were going to kill them, they would fight with undying tenacity. However, if you even subtly hint that they can get out alive if they do as they are told, they will hold fast to that hope of survival and be easier to deal with.

We can wish, but it is hope that drives us to do or be something.

Take our Lord for an example: He didn't wish that we would be His children; He hoped it and sacrificed Himself to make that even more possible.

What is the difference between a hope and a dream?

I think these two are more closely related than a wish and hope. But, is there a difference? Part of me says 'yes,' and part says 'no'. I think 'no' because both will drive a person forward to grow and live life; both are definite but also highly susceptible to change. However, I think 'yes' because of the direction of the action. We are always asked what our dreams are when we're young, and the answers tend to be along the lines of "I'm going to be a teacher." "I'm going to be a football player." Mine were "I'm going to be a vet and save the rainforest." We also call our nightly mental wonderings "dreams".

So, here is one way that dreams and hopes differ: a dream's focus can never be separated from ourselves. The night-time and day-time dreams are always centered around the dreamer. It is always what I am going to be or what I am going to do. A hope can dwell in but also escape the boundaries of a first person focus. We can hope that the good in people will prevail over the evil, that our friend makes it through her struggles, that we be the best that we can be.

I think that dreams are the goals and hopes are the purpose.

Again, I getting way too wordy than you have time for, but I love exploring ideas. It seems there is going to be a part 3, but I promise it will come much sooner than this one did. I will make this promise to you: I will post part 3 next Sunday, March 6. Until then, God bless you and please feel free to comment.

A Four-Lettered "H" Word

So, what word came to mind with the prompting of this post's title?

There are actually quite a few that it could be...Help, Hurt, Harm, Heal, Hair, Hunt, Hold, Hate, He**, Have, Held, Hand, Head...and so on.

Well, HERE is a HINT for the word I am looking for:

"Now, Faith is being sure of what we HOPE for..."

Hope...

I first came across this verse during a Lenten goal of memorizing a verse a week, and of course, I sought all of the meaningful, short verses that I could find. Hebrews 11:1 came up. It definitely didn't take long for me to realize that this verse may be a short one, but the message it carries is a deep and challenging one.

Starting with faith, there are only two things that we have been called to do by Jesus, and that is to have faith and love. If you love God, yourself, and others and have faith in God, yourself, and others, I truly believe that all other aspects of following Christ will fall in place. It is like Faith and Love are the Black and White of a shade spectrum, and everything else is just the gray in between, a combination of the two.

Faith is Black

Blind

Not Definite

Black=all color

Faith=all of you

Love is White

Pure

Bright

White=no color

Love=no ifs, ands, or buts

Faith is a very important discipline. So, let's explore it.

According to Heb 11:1, the first part of Faith is knowing what you hope for. I highly suggest that you take some time right now to just jot down any and everything that you hope for. In fact, it might be insightful and simply fun to make a list of what we hope for periodically and compare it to the ones in the past. Where did it stay the same? Where did it change? So, seriously, pull up a word document or grab a spare piece of paper right now and write what you hope for before you continue...

As you can see from the pictures, I got to enjoy the thrill of paragliding in New Zealand. What. An. Experience! We had a free day in Queenstown, the hometown of thrill. This is actually the town where bungee jumping was invented. Can you imagine what that guy was thinking?! Anyways, I desperately wanted to go skydiving, as it has been my lifetime dream to fly; however, skydiving was a little over my price range. I also thought that my parents would appreciate my staying away from free falls while I was on the other side of the world. So, I chose the next best, cheaper thing: paragliding.

The trip to the paragliding launch site required just a short walk through town (pretty much the entire town is pictured under me) and a beautiful ride up the nearest mountain in a gondola. We weren't on the tallest mountain nor on the peak of the mountain, but the view was more than magnificent, and we were still above the clouds. We could see the clouds being funneled into the town through a gap in the surrounding Southern Alps. We were a group of ten, five thrill seekers and their tandem pilots, sitting on a bald slant of the mountain waiting for the breeze to come our way for lift off.

Well, the breeze never came, and the pilots started to converse as to what we should do. One was adamant that the breeze would come, but the rest were giving up. They put the question to us thrill seekers, "Should we wait for the breeze that might not come or take a short hike up to the peak of the mountain where the breeze could be found on the other side?" We said that we had no idea of what we should do and put the decision in the pilots' hands, saying we were willing to do anything. The pilots decided to go to the peak.

Let me translate something of Kiwi terminology: walk=hike...hike=death

For about 15-20 minutes, we were scrambling on all fours in a determined effort to climb the steep trail that was earlier deemed a "short hike". We did reach the top, and despite being just a few hundred miles from Antarctica, all of us huffing and puffing foreigners were shedding gloves, scarves, ski coats, and rolling our sleeves up in an effort to cool down.

The gracious pilots gave us time to recover by unfolding the parachutes and discussing the wind. The breeze was still not coming up the original side we were on, and some were making fun of the one pilot who said it would. Three of the pilots unfolded their chutes on the other side of the peak, but the faithful pilot started unfolding his on the original side. My pilot was a student and friend of the faithful pilot, so he also unfolded his chute on the windless side.

The other three were ready to take off. The thrill seekers were strapped to the pilots, and the pilots were strapped to the chutes. We all watched as the first group took off, and we heard the remaining pilots exclaim, "[Shoot]! That was a fast drop!" I felt like I had just heard "Oops" in a surgery room. The pilots rushed to that side of the peak and breathed a sigh of relief as that pilot was seen gliding softly away.

My and the faithful pilot returned, and suddenly, the breeze rushed up our side of the peak. My pilot exclaimed happily how the faithful pilot had been right. We prepared to take off. Now to let you know how to paraglide.

As I fastened to my pilot, he instructed me to run with all of my might toward the edge of the peak. I shouldn't fall or slow down as I get closer to the cliff but run like something is chasing me. He was going to run beside me and pull the chute up, and we would both hope that it would catch air. On the count of three, we would go.

One...

Two...

Three...

I take off as if a monster is right on my heels. The cliff gets closer and closer, and I start to worry because we are still on the ground! I am less than ten steps away from thin air and still a firm acquaintance of the ground. Five steps, three steps...We reached the cliff, still on the ground, and I let the world know of my calm nature through a textbook girl-pitched scream that I am sure the whole of Queenstown could hear. I pumped my legs in a last desperate effort to gain flight before the ground disappeared beneath me, and the next thing I knew, my legs were wildly kicking air. The chute had lifted at the very last minute.

Our lives are adventures like this one all of the time. There is doubt, fear, thrill, hope, faith, and fun. If we don't hope that our chutes will open, we will never fly. If we never hope for the wind, what will carry us? Without hope, we will never move forward.

Hope is so important, I want to continue talking about it in another post, as you are probably ready for me to stop today. So, here is what I HOPE:

I hope you can join me again next week.

I hope you can join the discussion with the questions in a comment below (anyone should be able to comment)

I hope God blesses you profusely.

A Questioning Time

Good evening my friends. I certainly hope the holidays are treating you well.

It is amazing what time will do to us. Here I am, months after my last post, with many new stories and familiar feelings. If I thought that nothing could best the summer in business, this past semester strongly argued against such thoughts. I smile because I generally think that I can do a lot, but I may have bitten off more than would have been lady-like to chew. I definitely learned a lot, most importantly about myself and my relationship with God. Admitting my faults as a Christian can't be done enough. This year has done nothing but remind me of the dire need that we all have of God. Without Him, what is there?

Mainly, I have been asking a lot of questions this year. I hope to be better about blogging, but I am not called to be a minister and to stand in front of people lecturing (although, I gave my first full sermon this semester. Another new story). I prefer the bible study setting where we all join together in fellowship and support. So, may I ask one thing of you? Let's let this be a place of conversation. The next few posts will be on my favorite Bible verse, the one at the head of this blog, and I will end with a question. I want so much to know what you think. And please, if there is anything any of you would like to explore, please let the rest of us know. If I have written anything in the past that is curious, feel free to bring it into question and/or conversation.

So, standing on the brink of another new year and reflecting upon the past, my experiences swirl around me to create a storm of thoughts. There are so many wonderful experiences and joys from this past year; so very many new things that I got to do like study abroad, work hard-core full time, write a novel and thesis, give a sermon, meet new friends and get to better know old ones. There were also many trying struggles like exhaustion and stress on all levels: physical, mental, and emotional. My favorite bible verse is what I feel drawn to at the moment.

Hebrews 11:1 "Now, faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see."

Can we bring in the new year exploring this verse together?

WOW!

So, I have been an oober fail at blogging! I apologize tremendously for the long silence if there is anyone still out there following this. If there isn't, well, God is definitely enough of an audience.

Wow, so where do I begin?! The amount of adventures this summer have definitely stacked higher and higher than any three months in my life. It was definitely through the power of God that I made it through this past summer. I traveled abroad to New Zealand in May, took Genetics in June, and worked full time July through moving back to school, and took the PCAT the Saturday before moving back. I have learned so much and grown up some (I believe =P).

I think one reason I have done so horribly with this blog is because I want this to be the Lord's blog, and I admittedly grew apart from Him a little this summer. It is a difficult thing admitting, but I wish to declare it to myself, God, and everyone else out there to make a change. All summer, I could feel myself descending the Lord's mountain and a little while ago reached the bottom of the spiritual valley I am wondering. Going through these valleys is never fun, but as the Lord spots me while I start to ascend again, I am reminded that for everything there is an opposite:

For Life there is Death
For Light there is Dark
For Satiated there is Ravenous
For Joyfulness there is Depression
For a Spiritual High there is a Spiritual Low
For the Whispers of God there are the Billows of the Devil

One side of this list is God and the other is the World, the Devil, and we are the knot on the rope between these two forces. The good thing is that instead of a real tug-of-war knot that is at the mercy of the two forces, we have some power to dictate whose side we end up on: freewill.

We still have to contend with the war of these two sides, though. The World is such a persuasive side. It first throws dirt onto God's proposition. It points out all of the things that the strict Lord asks us not to do, how we become His servants, His slaves. Being a Christian is constant work, and we can be put in some pretty tough situations when our faith is tested. Next the World smears all of our shortcomings in our faces. When we fail God, when we give in to the World, the Devil throws his finger in our face and berates us with, "Look at what you did! How could you possibly be worth forgiveness? You failed again. You always fail. How could God possibly do anything with you because of your stubbornness and weakness? You are not a Christian; you are a fake, a hypocrite! And you know how much God detests hypocrites. You should just stop trying."

It is so tough at times, but we must realize that these thoughts are nothing but poison. The crazy thing about God is that we can go to Him for the 5,000th time, aching and bawling on our hands and knees declaring our shame from the failure, and He will get down on the ground, help our sniveling selves up with His scarred hands, and while embracing us in His loving arms, declare, "what failure, my beloved child?"

No matter where we've gone over the summer, I hope we can start afresh together.

When the Theater is Empty, What Are You Going to Do?

I love movies! It is a past-time of my family that I have come to fully enjoy. I really don't watch a lot of TV, but movies...o that is my weakness. You see, TV shows don't seem to cut it as much for me as movies do. I like deep plots, dynamic characters, and watching a story develop completely, and TV shows just don't seem to have enough time or material to satisfy. Don't get me wrong, there are times when I just want to veg. in front of the TV after a long day, but I am never as content as watching a full movie.

It is also fun to sit back and see the trends of movies. I think it would make an interesting study to look at the movie trends and compare them to the societal situations of the time. A while back, we had superheroes, next are vampires and werewolves (monsters), and now there seem to be a lot of apocalyptic/god movies coming out. Recently, we have seen The Day the Earth Stood Still, Terminator: Salvation, 2012, Zombieland, The Book of Eli, Legion, Clash of the Titans, Percy Jackson, Knowing...and I am sure I am missing some. Movie after movie is resonating with an end of times (or humanity) theme.

How is our movie playing out? Are we sensing an end? We have had a catastrophic amount of natural disasters, the tension of international and local political clashing is all around us, the economy is giving us troubles...we are basically going through some really really tough and scary times. On the Discovery and History channels, there are more and more shows about surviving end-of-the-world disasters, what the earth will be like after humans, studies on Revelations, and a search for the Antichrist. People seem to be focusing more and more on the end times...and this bothers me.

I keep hearing about people trying to predict the end. I have a quote for that: " ³⁶No one knows about that day or hour, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son,^f]">[f] but only the Father...If the owner of the house had known at what time of night the thief was coming, he would have kept watch and would not have let his house be broken into. ⁴⁴So you also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him." (Jesus, Matthew 24:36-44). If Jesus doesn't even know when the end is, how in the world do we?! I personally like the idea that 2012 is the biggest prank pulled on the world, or the poor Mayan who was calculating all of that got tired.

And the search for the Antichrist, what will you do once he/she is found? If you believe that the Antichrist is coming, then you've got to believe in everything else in Revelation, which means that there is nothing you can do.

The biggest thing that is troubling me is the reason behind our calculating and searching of the end (and I understand that I am being very brutal here): we don't want to follow God until we have to.

Why else would we want to know when He is coming? I think people are consumed by the end of times notion because they want to do their own thing until it is time to get saved and get it right. This idea breaks my heart! The best way to not worry about the end times is to live like they are here right now, to realize that it isn't like jumping on a train last minute as it is leaving the station. Following Jesus is a life change, not the type of decision where you are deciding to have Devil's Food Cake or Ange'sl Food Cake. Jesus even told us to live a Christian life NOW, "⁴⁵Who then is the faithful and wise servant, whom the master has put in charge of the servants in his household to give them their food at the proper time? ⁴⁶It will be good for that servant whose master finds him doing so when he returns." (Matthew 24:45-46) We don't know and will never know the exact time that the world will end.

Look at Revelation and the description of the end times as a test. If you believe that it will happen, that the world will end at some point, then I urge you to not leave the King in the shadows because the shadows and He will catch up with you. The predictions are warnings, and you should heed them now instead of waiting for them to happen. I know, I struggle with the curiosity as well, but I really think that we need to leave this end of the world business with God and God alone. We have no power to change what has been set down by the Creator, all we can do is just follow Him. And I know that if we follow the script, our movie will have the happiest of endings!

The Olympian Spirit

Do you know what I see?
I see Unity
of People
of a Nation
of a World
I see Celebration
of Culture
of Athletes
of People
I see Barriers
break down
I see Connections
indurate
I see Five Rings
bound together
everlasting
enduring
I see a Flame
upon a torch
in all hearts
passed on
I see the Olympian Spirit
That is what I see.

There is almost nothing more inspiring than the Olympics. It is the one place where borders, language, and culture melt away to reveal our common love for games, team work, and the challenge of being the best that we can be. Nothing about the Olympics is easy. The host country spends years of preparation, unbelievable amounts of money on it, and unmeasurable man hours. The athletes devote nearly their entire lives to their sport. But with all of the costs and challenges of the Olympics, it is all worth it.

When the world turns into nothing but one big game, I think God smiles. When people from 82 different countries can celebrate (or mourn the passing of a great young athlete, Nodar Kumaritashvili) as one spirit, God's creation is shining with His glory.