“Faith is not simply a patience that passively suffers until the storm is past. Rather, it is a spirit that bears things – with resignations, yes, but above all, with blazing, serene hope” (Corazon Aquino).
For a brief and shining moment, it looked like the pandemic was coming to a close. Then there was the Delta Variant. And after that, maybe some other variant. Then another. And another. And on and on it goes in a seemingly unending pattern.
When does it all end? And how do I not lose faith in the midst of hopes delayed?
I still believe that all pandemics eventually end. All viruses end. All suffering will one day end. But what will never ever end — not in a million billion years? The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob and all His promises to me.
My hope isn’t in something I can see. It’s not in the latest statistics or trends or figures. My hope doesn’t rest on something that may or may not change in the near future. My hope is in the God who is the same yesterday, today, and forever. My hope rests in the unchanding, enduring promises of God that are as sure as the God who made them and who has kept everyone of them, who will keep everyone of them.