…and hope does not disappoint us.
But oh how hope can tease us, taking its own sweet thyme to show up, wandering first through suffering, endurance and character, seeming to spend lots of thyme at suffering as one’s world falls apart, layer by layer. Perhaps there’s a small glimpse of hope as endurance begins, figuring “if I can just stick it out a little longer things will get better.” But endurance takes its own sweet thyme as well, building up endurance it seems, a sense of “stick-with-it-ness.” And then comes character – but what kind of character we ask? It often feels like it’s not a character ‘pleasing unto You.’ But You are gracious and patient, reminding us that this process is about being honest with ourselves, not about perfection. The journey is about authenticity, about bringing all of us to the relationship – all the parts we don’t like, and remembering You accept them all – anger, fear, rage, envy, unmet needs and dreams, sadness. And therein lies our hope: Your grace is sufficient for every single part of our lives however significant or insignificant they may seem. Your thyme is not our thyme. And the journey is not a direct path, a neat and tidy road trip. Neither was Good Friday.
Hope does not disappoint us. It may be a long thyme coming, but it’s like a mustard seed of faith, somehow enough for the journey. It’s like the empty tomb: Easter always has the last word, weaving the loose ends, hard edges, and dark colors into a tapestry of life and hope.
May the journey of this Holy Week bring you hope.