It seems disheartening when I hear about yet another preacher who lost his way morally or got caught up in an ego trip or compromised his beliefs for the sake of acceptance and popularity. It seems as though there are so few people in leadership positions who are worthy of trust and respect.

But that’s what we do. We put people on pedestals. We elevate human beings to places and platforms that only God should occupy, then are distraught when these same people turn out to be fallible people who fail. But God never fails.

That’s why my hope for the present and the future rests in nail-scarred hands. Jesus is the only one who has ever lived and walked on this planet who has unfailingly shown Himself to be completely trustworthy in all matters. He’s the only one who makes a promise and keeps it every single time.

So once again, my hope is not in any preacher or politician or political party. My hope is not in any author or artist or celebrity. My hope was and remains in the One who is the same yesterday, today, and forever, in whom there is no shadow of turning or variation in character.

My hope is in Jesus.