Hard Headed Hope
“Put on the breastplate of faith and love, and for a helmet the hope of salvation.”
~ I Thessalonians 5:1-11
“Hope is the thing with feathers,” wrote Emily Dickinson, “that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”
“Hope is a muscle” wrote the author of a book about a girls basketball team. Hope is a helmet, said the Apostle Paul. Paul, the eternal realist, encouraged the early Christians of Thessalonica to put on “a helmet of hope of salvation.” It’s a great metaphor. Hope is often under siege, whether in Paul’s time or ours. One glance at the daily news makes hope seem naive and those who hold hope appear foolish. We often need the protection a helmet affords to keep hope alive. A good friend who is dean of a state college needs a helmet of hope when her programs are cut to the bone. The young parishioner putting his college plans on hold due to economics could use a helmet of hope. The father hugging his Marine daughter as she heads overseas needs such a helmet. In this new journey of illness, hope is my helmet. There were some complications with my insurance coverage that would prohibit me from going to M.D. Anderson. I am grateful. That hurdle has been jumped and the insurance problem resolved. From my perspective it’s a sundog moment! I will begin traveling to M.D. Anderson in Houston on September 4th for testing that will begin on September 8th and is anticipated to go through September 10th. From there they will come up with a treatment plan of either traditional chemo or a clinical trial. I am putting on my helmet of hope!
We all need God’s helmet of hope. Paul calls it the “hope of salvation.” Yes, it’s the saving grace of Jesus Christ, but it’s also hope that saves us from despair and discouragement, be it about our world or ourselves.
So put on the helmet of hope today. We need God’s hard hat for the hard knocks of life.
Adaptation of a devotion found in Still Speaking Grace and Peace,