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“He is hopeless”

When I heard those three words, that’s when my heart beat went into hyper drive. The word hopeless was in regard to a dying, elderly man, who was refusing to acknowledge the forgiveness, the redemption, the hope that Christ provides.

Within minutes I was motioning for the mic during the sharing of prayer requests, at a Sunday morning worship service.

What followed was a shaky-voiced monologue about Christ being our hope, and that we have hope for those we love, who are without Christ, until their final Earthly breath.

My only thought as I sat back down was, “God, why didn’t you just smite me down right then and there?” (I love the word smite).

Sometimes my zeal is problematic, as I just can’t seem to stop before I have stuttered my way through a sharing time.

All that stuttering and bumbling and red-faced humiliation aside, the message, that I poorly communicated, is truer than true.

Romans 8 speaks loudly of hope:

“For in this hope we were saved.”

The hope it is speaking of is the hope that is available (to all) through the blood sacrifice of the son of God. This is a hope for our lives here on planet Earth, as well as hope after we leave this place of “bondage and decay” for an eternity of “freedom and glory”after our current bodies have died their final death.

The dying man … that ‘hopeless’ man …

We might be baffled at why this man would not accept the free gift of salvation for sins and redemption for his life … really, it seems a ‘no brainer’ to those of us who have made accepted such a gift. Maybe this man is not ready to give up control, or maybe (as I think is often the heart of the matter) this man does not feel forgivable. Maybe he has memories of his life that he cannot imagine ever being forgiven, and certainly not forgotten … because he cannot forget …

Often, we humans act as the judge and jury of our sins. Deciding our eternity, our hope, based on the degree of sin in our lives. In the words of hymn writer Fanny Crosby:

“To God be the glory, great things He hathdone;
So loved He the world that He gave us His Son,
Who yielded His life, an atonement for sin,
And opened the lifegate, that all may go in.

O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood,
To every believer, the promise of God;
The vilest offender who truly believes,
That moment from Jesus a pardon receives.”

There could be no greater hope, than the hope in the promise of God. And it is available to all, as long as we still have breath.

“And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you.”
Psalm 39:7

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From out of the pit …

That is where I was, as I was sharing about my Mamma Meltdown.

We Mamma’s, we were born melting! And guilt always accompanies …

My meltdown was born in the area of mamma guilt called NOT ENOUGH.

I felt like I simply did not have enough …

time, energy, zeal, intention, and on,

and on,

and on …

just like the mom whose status update was “Tired. To the power of infinity.”

Basically, I felt I was messing up the most important things in my life.

And then …

Tonight, home at too late, with groceries too heavy, and spirits too low.

“Homework done yet?” (maybe just a bit too much cynicism in my delivery of ‘yet’)

“Yup. Wanna read it?”

sigh … do I answer honestly, and say I am simply too tired to care that much?

“Yes, I’d love to. What am I reading?”

“A Bible assignment about our future plans.”

The paper is passed, while I sit for the first time in hours.

I read,

(predictable future plans expressed)

and read,

(there is more here than just a declaration of professional goals)

and read

” … but that’s not who I want to be as a person … I want to be a person of bravery and trust … I want God to lead my life and let him take the helm, even when I don’t understand …”

And the tears break through the flood gates.

And I am reminded that

I

am

NEVER

enough …

and I don’t have to be, because when I am

too tired,
too preoccupied,
too selfish,
too busy,
and not have enough hours in the day,
God,
the Creator of me,
the Creator of my children,

is always enough.

I do not want to be the rock that my children stand on … I tend to melt.

I am reminded tonight that even when I do not understand … the demands on time and money and energy and life … I want to be a person of bravery and trust, who lets God take the helm.

“I waited patiently for the Lord;
    he turned to me and heard my cry.
 He lifted me out of the slimy pit,
    out of the mud and mire;
he set my feet on a rock
    and gave me a firm place to stand.
He put a new song in my mouth,
    a hymn of praise to our God.”
Psalm 40:1-3

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