Life is difficult. Many words come to mind. Unpredictable, happy, sad, funny, ugly cruel, hopeless. Countless scores are in poor health. Others have financial woes, most self-inflicted. Poverty is out of control. About 3 billion people live on less than $2.50 per day. More than 2 million people are incarcerated in U.S. prisons.
Addictions are everywhere. Drugs, alcohol, pornography, eating disorders, gambling, stealing…the list is long. Divorce rates dropped in recent years, but even so, over 40% of first marriages end in divorce. And the rates increase for subsequent marriages. The exploitation of women and children through “sex trafficking” continues to grow. And too often we read of child abuse and the now more than 60 million abortions in the U.S.
Politicians…I don’t even want to go there. We love them, hate them, criticize them, curse them and wonder far too often what are they thinking when they do “stuff.” Is there any hope?
There is. But it won’t come from anyone you voted for, your favorite sports team, or an opinionated, “camera seeking” celebrity. It will come from someone who died 2000 years ago. His name is Jesus. God, come to earth in the form of a baby. He lived a perfect, sinless life. Wrongly accused He died on a cross, was buried and rose from the grave on the third day. He is the sin substitute for each of us. He is our hope. Our only hope.
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand.
“My Hope is Built on Nothing Less”
by Edward Mote, 1797-1874
The Chronicles of Egydyus Flombosi 