August 13, 2009

• Expectant anticipation of a miracle

  As the days of pregnancy are quickly coming to a close, I had the brief thought today that I might miss a bit of this season in my life.  Not that I would want repetition of the nausea, vomiting, dietary restrictions, needle-pricking or this reality of a train running over my body -- but I will miss waking up every morning with the constant, continual, everyday hopeful, expectant anticipation of a miracle.  That's what this season has been like - I and everyone else around me are all looking to the future, eagerly expectant of something wonderful that's going to happen.  Even strangers look at me with knowing smiles and sparkles in their eyes as we share in this universal feeling of Hope from the anticipation of new life.  Joy really springs from the Hope of something wonderful to come, doesn't it?

  I think this is what (should) make the gospel so enticing.  In the gospel, we are promised an inheritance beyond comparison and guaranteed a future full of good and wonderful things.  We have Hope like no other.  Therefore, we ought to wake up and live every single day with hopeful expectation of a miracle that is about to happen that very day.  As Frank Laubach wrote, wouldn't it be glorious to live a year with the view in mind that you will say at the end of it,"This, this has been the finest year of my life" or to be able to look ahead and say, "The present year can and shall be better!"?  That is the hope he anticipated as he resolved to fill every minute of every day full of God.  Just because this season of my life is coming to an end, it doesn't mean that my life has to slip back into some kind of dreary existence where there's nothing to look forward to.  That would be false living.  With Christ, I really can keep on living with a constant, continual, everyday hopeful, expectant anticipation of a miracle. 

  • 11:25 pm
  • 1 Comment