At one of the bleakest points, when the Convention was about to fall to pieces, Franklin rose and chided the whole group for “forgetting God” and then called them to begin every morning in prayer, asking “for the assistance of Heaven and His blessings upon our deliberations”. The convention turned from disaster to successful completion at that moment. Franklin commented at the end “…now I know that it is a rising sun.”
There are many who think it is now setting. Maybe it is time to begin to pray again. Not just talk about it. Not just play at it. Not just make it another line on our spiritual checklist.
Pray as if we really believe that we need God’s assistance and blessings on our “deliberations”.
I have often thought that each of us has our own internal dictionary. It doesn't matter what the formal dictionary says, we create our own definitions. Most of those come from being caught up in our own little story rather than in the larger story of God.
The definition of hope, found in the little story, is “hope” that my script will get played out and therefore I will be happy and content and filled with joy and pleasurable feelings. That is a “hope” that is destined to be constantly dashed against the rocky shore of reality. (Not to mention the constant beating that it takes from a million others' small stories that are fighting for their own script and "hope" and end up stepping on yours.) But the definition of “Hope”, as it is found in the larger story, never fails, never disappoints, never leaves one “hopeless”… or discouraged… or despondent… or apathetically “checked out”.
Here is one of my all-time favorite verses: “And let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we shall reap if we do not grow weary.” Galatians 6:9
May that characterize the people of God, increasingly so, in the days ahead.