hopeless

I became intent on saving him through showing him that he was loved.

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil...who put darkness for light and light for darkness...who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight." Issiah 5:20,21

Sometimes, when people look at me, I can see the pity in their eyes. All I want is hope, but neither of us can give it to each other.

If people feel lost and alone and helpless and broken and hopeless today, what will it be like if the world really begins to come apart at the hinges?

The worst of it is that while we continue to sink deeper into the muck and mire that we__e created, in the very descent itself we ignorantly declare that in reality we are rising. And until desperation has crippled us sufficiently to confess the lie that we are lifting ourselves out of this mess, and until the panic of utter hopelessness has driven us to completely surrender all of the pathetic contrivances that we__e fashioned that have put us there, we will never realize that God has readied solid ground that stands but a single step away

But what if hope had a threshold? What if there was a limit to it? What if each of us was only given a certain amount and mine was used up?

Where there is no hope, there is Christmas. And where there is no Christmas, there is no hope.

There was a moment when any hope within me froze solid and I was finally emptied of all energy to fight the cold. And at the very point of that very surrender, when I became convinced that I must bow to a world that would be forever frigid, God cupped the hands of my soul and poured in the warmth of Christmas.

The hands of man can manufacture many things both penetratingly brilliant and utterly astounding. Yet, despite their amazing dexterity and profound skill they cannot manufacture hope. Such a masterpiece as that is left for the hands of God and a manger crafted by those hands.

It__ so easy to lose faith and become lost in all of the politics of the world. That__ why we need the arts. To sublimate our frustration and anger into something beautiful. Freud called sublimation a virtuous defence mechanism because it is in the arts that we can find our humanity.

A homeless with hope is in a better situation than a hopeless with home!

Why do you feel so powerless? Go spend an hour with ants. Each of those black specks you see is a life. One whole life that you can save, take, or affect in some way. You have the power to make so many lives better. It is within you. Don__ lose sight of that.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate. Rather, it is something crafted hard by the hands of God.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate, but it is crafted hard by the hands of God.

I ask, __s the cup half-empty or half-full?_ And when I ask that question, I am amazed at how many people have no cup.

What do you expect? This place is one big anti-climax.

Once faith dies, the death of hope follows hard on its heels.

The way he__ watching me makes me feel needed like no one__ ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.