If you watch the news on any given day, there is a lot to be discouraged about.
Just this morning, I read about:
- The gut-wrenching murder of a 10-year old girl at the abusive hands of her own family
- Political paralysis in making a decision on what to do about our country’s debt
- Grim economic predictions for my state, and the world at large
It made me want to slump on the floor in a fetal position.
But I didn’t. And that is because I have hope.
- I have hope that things will get better.
- I have hope that we can help end suffering.
- I have hope that we can learn to work together.
This is not naive, wishful thinking — it is based on seeing evidence over and over again that entrenched, painful, impossibly complicated lives have been turned around.
Like the Delancy Street Foundation, who for close to 40 years has been working with hard-core substance abusers, ex-convicts, and homeless people who have hit rock bottom and have chosen to turn their life around.
Like Nancy Duarte, who decided to not let her difficult childhood stop her from becoming a business leader and passionate advocate for changing the world through great presentations.
Hope does not deny the existence of agony, or evil or despair.
It does not replace action.
It is saying to yourself in a moment of frustration or pain or suffering:
- This will get better.
- Someone has gone through this hell before and come out the other side stronger and healthier.
- There is compassion in the universe.
Hope is a choice.
As I was writing this post, I had this song in my head, sung by my favorite choir at Glide Memorial Church. Regardless of your religious orientation (I am not affiliated with any one religion, but inspired by all things spiritual), I think you will enjoy it. You can even listen with the sound off and marvel at the beauty of the smile on Vincent Mason’s face as he sings the song. 🙂
Watch on YouTube here.
What inspires hope in you?