A reason of the hope…
Hope… confident expectation. Not “maybe it will happen.” A driving, uplifting, without a doubt assurance that pushes me forward even through persecution, trial, circumstance, or disappointments.
Confidence that the moment I finish my last breath here on Earth, I will be in the presence of my Saviour. Assurance that I have eternal life. Knowing that either I will meet Him through the vehicle of death or through the Rapture. Celebrating the victory that has not yet been fully seen with my eyes, but has been fully secured. Fully persuaded.
Hope. Why do I hope? Why am I so confident?
Is it because my church says so? They DO say so, but that isn’t why. Is it because it is the tradition of my ancestors? Nope. Because Mom and Dad were good church going folk? Um… no.
Is it because a biblical apologist made a good argument? No.
Is it because a creation scientist gave scientific evidence? Though I truly enjoy the study of creation… no.
Why do I have this hope?
In the States, my picture of suffering was very different than it is now. To me, suffering was:
Though those things are difficult and most certainly are a form of persecution, my views of suffering have transformed since coming here.
It now looks more like this:
I remember one year our family went to the beach. We always went to the same place each year: Schooner Ridge in Duck, North Carolina. We always went in the off season… less crowds, less immodesty, and better pricing! We had the greatest time as a family. We really love the beach and miss it so much!