Opus 2026-508: A Pollyana Moment

I have often been reproved for my attitude, in a loving way of course.  Most people do not understand the difference between a cynic and a skeptic.  I must concede that there may be times when I cross the line, but I know I am not recognized for my cheerful attitude.  Or at least that used to be true.  Since I stopped answering the question, “How are you” with the traditional, “Fine, how are you” people may get the wrong idea.  I now use “Magnificent” or a synonym to answer.  And of course there is always Dave Ramsey’s response, “Better than I deserve.”

So indulge me.  The country is in crisis.  The forces of evil have won a big political victory.  I concede that and am not sanguine about the future of the United States of America, let alone Texas.  What I am full of is hope.  My attitude about the future is not rooted in the Republican party or confidence in my fellow Texans.  It is in Jesus.  This morning I was running down a series of hymns that reminded me of that.  My favorite this morning,

My hope is built on nothing less 
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame, 
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.

Refrain:
    On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
    All other ground is sinking sand.
    All other ground is sinking sand.

This has two ways it is expressed.  The first is obvious.  I have an inner joy, confidence and assurance about the big picture, eternity, and the daily presence of the Holy Spirit.

The second is where we really let down, the outward expression of that hope.  Think about one of the verses often quoted about witnessing,

(1Pe 3:15 KJV)  But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:

Notice it does not say, “Go door to door and hand out tracts.”  I salute you if you do that but this says something else.  Explain your hope.  You can’t explain it if you don’t have it.  I am sure that most of you do.  Live like it.  During a bit of moaning and groaning about the election have that radiant smile on your face that says you have read the book and you know who wins.  Drive them crazy until they have to ask you what you are so happy about.

Call me Pollyana but remember how she transformed a town.  It may have been a fictional story but we are living in the real hope.  My computer tells me I misspell Pollyana.  So what, I know how to spell hope.  Thanksgiving is coming.  People will ask, “What do we have to be thankful for?”  Give them hope.  Christmas is coming.  People will proclaim, “Bah, humbug!”  Give them a hug and give them a dose of hope.

We are surrounded by the dark clouds of culture.  What a great time to be alive with something to contribute.

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