Call me a dreamer. Call me a cockeyed optimist. Call me irresponsible.
But don’t take away my hope.
Lately, what I call the virus of negativity–some people call it the Devil–has been eating at me, telling me things at church are stalled and aren’t getting any better, that our nation is in such deep trouble that we can’t dig our way out, that the world has gone mad with dictators massacring their own people without much more than a peep from the rest of the world. Even stupid congressmen can’t tend to business they’re so busy making fools of themselves. More than that, people who want to be president–and even the president himself–get tangled up in policy debates that seem utterly removed from the lives of real people who are hurting on the ground.
I think a lot of this is true.
But I refuse to let that bug get any more of my flesh, or my heart.
I am always hopeful, and here I stand–on the ground of faith. The hope does not come from me, it comes from God. Faith is not a series of propositions, but the certainty that God is always available, that God helps and saves and heals, no matter how badly we muck things up. I know that is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
Oh things are a mess alright.
They might even get worse. Or at least seem to get worse.
But . . . and it is a big But–God is alive and well, and loving us all. Everyone. Even the stupid ones, and the massacring dictators and the soldiers who do their dirty work.
And you, and me.
So, be gone, bug of negativity. I haven’t got time for you.