I’ve come to believe that hope is first a kind of disposition. It’s an openness and anticipation to search for meaning in what is because of what the Christian tradition believe is to come. In that way hope becomes a kind of practice. It’s the ability to reinterpret reality in light of Christ’s resurrection and the power it holds. Even when things don’t turn out as expected I may accept reality–burdens and all–and choose to be a compassionate and faithful presence anywhere. Sometimes when the loss, grief or harm is heavy, the compassion must begin between me and myself where I remember Christ’s solidarity with my struggle.
From there, by God’s grace, my eyes can lift from myself to others and I can follow the compassionate Christ into compassion for my neighbor and my enemy.
Love hope-fully, friends.