In the midst of pain — our own or that of the world around us – it can sometimes seem downright foolish to let ourselves become hopeful. It can even be risky —
What if things never get better than this?
What if the next catastrophe still happens?
What if I look like a fool?
Hope takes risk, I suppose. Hope certainly doesn’t put us in control. Hope might invite us to desire things that in the end, we do not get to see.
But hope also has a way of creating things – things that could barely be imagined before. Hope helps our imagination become alive, and from there, when we envision other possibilities, we soon discover that we are called to participate in their creation. Hope leads us somewhere.
And so, in the midst of it all — whatever it is for you; whatever it is for the world — what might it look like to dare to take heart?