Hope usually manages to surprise me. Having prayed for peace in N. Ireland for decades, I give up and – Kazaam! – a peace accord is signed a year later.
I see the Berlin Wall come tumbling down and – Presto! – a new world is born.
Children are massacred and – Miraculo! – the killers are forgiven by the Amish community.
I become a bit depressed and somewhat cynical about the papal election and pay virtually no attention to it and – Criminy! – a humble and gentle South American is chosen.
Hope is the great consoler. Hope is what keeps my flagging spirits from giving up. Hope is the fuel for joy.
Thank you, Lord, for helping me to hope.