Twelve Minutes on Hope

Hey, I found that “Hope” chapter, because I found my beat up copy of Mere Christianity while cleaning my disaster of an office.

“If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.”

C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity on Hope.

Desire, emotions, and feeling things have been suspect of late. I doubt my feelings and pin my desires behind my back as it were, wondering if they will betray me. I put hope in that category too. Hope isn’t an emotion, but it can keep emotions somewhat awake, don’t you think?

This world, in some respects, is a mirage…emotions too, are like steam rising off the pavement after a brief hot summer day. Our culture seems to be mood dependent. Well, if I really soak myself in the cultural abyss, (oh, so dramatic!) it’s more like the Moody Blues.

I guess that’s when faith, HOPE, and love enter, and move us beyond mood dependency.

Times up. Thoughts?

I Like Your ‘Kind’. Random Or Not, It Is More Than A Bumper Sticker.


You waved your prosthetic limb

above your wrinkles of smile.


Your door was open at the end of the ramp

and bottled water was offered me wheel chair high.


How did your auto immunity break your leg?

You were jumping on a trampoline with your grandchild?!


You spoke little more than Korean,

But the snack you handed me needs no translation.


A yellow tail like an exclamation mark welcomes me

and a bark, a sniff, and a lick on my open palm warms the air.


You and your baby sister race to carry the parcel.

Pig tails always get me all soft in the gut.


The bouquets from a half acre of color

freely offered all summer long.


Every day I get ‘kinded’ by all the ‘you is kinds’.

I pray I make my returns in kind.


Love is kind.