Hoping Against Hope

My eye is drawn to a certain verse on the list.  I don’t know why, but something beckons me to read it. As we finish up our 5 day fast I feel full of God.  Not because I fasted, but because a merciful God came near.  I pick up the Word and read.

“We call Abraham ‘father’ not because he got God’s attention by living like a saint, but because God made something out of Abraham when he was a nobody. Isn’t that what we’ve always read in Scripture, God saying to Abraham, ‘I set you up as father of many peoples’? Abraham was first named ‘father’ and then became a father because he dared to trust God to do what only God could do: raise the dead to life, with a word make something out of nothing. When everything was hopeless, Abraham believed anyway, deciding to live not on the basis of what he saw he couldn’t do but on what God said he would do. And so he was made father of a multitude of peoples.”

Abraham believed anyway, hoping against all hope.  The words grip me strong.  And something illuminates.  A holy moment.  It seems the answer to my unspoken question has come.  “Lord, what do you have to say about 2012?”  And so lovingly he speaks, knowing my heart longs to hear.  I share with my Dreamer Husband and smiling he says, “I told you earlier that this was a Year of Hope!”  So quickly I forgot, yet thankful that He had this revelation for me too.

God called Abraham “Father” long before Sarah’s womb ripened with child.  “This is who you are, son!  And daughter, you who laugh, you with the empty womb, you’re the Mother of Nations.”

And I see it like a challenge.  A big risk to hope against hope in 2012.  As if the Father, winking, with a crooked smile, says, “Go on, try it.  I dare you.  Defy your circumstances!  Believe anyway! Hope, daughter, HOPE!”  I see him, wild-eyed, joy in his voice, giddy like he can’t wait for me to open up a present.

I hang the banner in our kitchen; my reminder that things are not what they seem and that God’s not finished with me yet.  And I wonder, what he’s saying about me that I’m not believing?  I unwrap this thing called hope, this gift.  And the present becomes my present.

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