Hope and Hopelessness

“Someday At Christmas”

Someday at Christmas men won’t be boys
Playing with bombs like kids play with toys
One warm December our hearts will see
A world where men are free

Someday at Christmas there’ll be no wars
When we have learned what Christmas is for
When we have found what life’s really worth
There’ll be peace on earth

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time

Someday at Christmas we’ll see a land
With no hungry children, no empty hand
One happy morning people will share
Our world where people care

Someday at Christmas there’ll be no tears
All men are equal and no men have fears
One shining moment, one prayer away
From our world today

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time

Someday at Christmas man will not fail
Hate will be gone and love will prevail
Someday a new world that we can start
With hope in every heart

Someday all our dreams will come to be
Someday in a world where men are free
Maybe not in time for you and me
But someday at Christmas time
Someday at Christmas time

In a world so full of bad news, where do we look for the Good News? Where do we look to for hope. There are men being sold in Libya. Unrest in Jerusalem. War all over. Refugees in an a boat, surrounded by an endless ocean, their bodies wash up on the shore. LGBTQ kids killing themselves  because their parents couldn’t accept them for who they are. Children forced into hard labor so someone can carry a nice purse on their arm. The land quakes and catches fire, the ocean grumbles and groans. Puerto Rico is dying. Right here in America, children are going to bed hungry. They’re watching their parents overdose. Parents are choosing their children’s medicine over making their house payment. Women are begging to be believed. Another unarmed man shot and killed by police. Another family torn apart at the borders. Death is all over. From the womb to the injection table, we are not valuing life.  We call people aliens, losers, lazy, and we say good riddance at every overdose. 

So I’m torn! I want to believe in the hope this season brings. I wanna believe in the hope of Christ and His coming. I cling on to all the hope around. I lock it up in my heart and keep it close at all times, as if I’ll never experience new hope again. Then I remember that it is I who has the ability to be the hope someone needs. All year. I am the hands and feet of Christ. I am inspired by the Spirit and moved by God. It is deeper than just spreading cheer and hope. It is action with faith. It is the movement of the feet on pavement. It is the hand that lifts someone up. It is the ladle placing soup in a bowl for the cold homeless family. It is the acceptance of someone who the world has shut out. 

Stevie Wonder reminds us that it will be someday at Christmastime. Whether or not we’ll be alive to see it, we can hold onto hope that future generations will live in peace. If we allow ourselves to start the process. If we truly see what Jesus taught. Jesus was not here to give us a list of do’s and don’ts. He says He is the Way. Not just some path to Heaven. But the Way to live and treat one another. I have hope that more and more will see this as truth. And then, someday at Christmas, there will be joy.

Maybe I am not torn at all between hope and hopelessness. Maybe I am torn about how to get my hands and feet in motion. Maybe I am torn about who to help because there are so many choices.

Someday at Christmas. Someday.

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Torn

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