Living in faith is hard. Having faith means having hope and hope can be painful. It can be especially hard when seeing so much heartbreaking news. On Easter my pastor walked us through the doubt Thomas had in believing Jesus was alive.
It’s hard to believe in the hope of Christ at times.
When churches are burned down in St. Landry Parish in Louisiana.
As the Norte Dame burned last week.
When families worshipping are violently killed.
When a young mother has to be put into a comatose state to prevent her condition from worsening .
It’s hard to hope in the midst of all that. To doubt that God cares about any of that. To have hope in the middle of hardships and pain.
In these things I see the care and love of God. I watch as people donate money to rebuild churches. As people sing hymns in the streets of Paris, worshiping, weeping and seeking. As people come together to grieve for worshippers killed at their Mosque. As Christians endured this tragedy this past Sunday. As prayers for Rachel Held Evans trend on Twitter, I see faith and belief and love take hold.
I see Jesus. He is there in the midst of it all. In the grief and the coming together, the messiness of it all.
Having faith doesn’t mean having everything fixed. It doesn’t mean everything is just right.
For me it means sitting with hope in the midst of hardship. It means sitting in grief because grief doesn’t negate hope. It means making room for questions but also for answers.
Having faith allows me to reach for hope when I fear the pain it might bring. Faith has allowed me to understand hope in the struggle. Sometimes it looks like living in the in between of faith and hope. In all of it Jesus meets all of us.