Hope is dangerous. It was hope that drew me to the church. Hope compelled me to believe that things could be as good as pastors and shepherds told me. Hope told me all things were possible in God—that I could be “saved” from a life of sin. The hope I had during my early years of faith was childlike—I put my hope in those who were shaping my belief. I had many mothers and fathers in faith. Most said, “Follow me as I follow Christ.” They were those who “casted vision” for the future. But by the beginning of 2020, I found myself crushed by the Tower of Babel masquerading as God’s Kingdom.
This was lovely Jenai and a good way to begin Advent. Hope was my direction at the beginning of 2022 and hope left me only a few months later. I will hang on to hope again this year and pray that I can hold on to the meaning.
This was lovely Jenai and a good way to begin Advent. Hope was my direction at the beginning of 2022 and hope left me only a few months later. I will hang on to hope again this year and pray that I can hold on to the meaning.
Beautiful! Thank you! Wilderness is such a biblical idea. I believe it too - the same path that Christ led
Misfits matter! Brilliant. Thank you for this post. I love your art work too.
I had never looked at hope as being dangerous. You have given me something to think about, and I’m seeing how hope can be dangerous.
Misfits matter and I’m grateful for the dialogue that misfits are willing to have. ❤️
Misfits matter - yes!!!!
Love the graphic
Indeed, hope is dangerous. So good, Jenai. Thank you.