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Hope is the Thing with Tethers
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Hope is the Thing with Tethers
By Jane Tawel
April 12, 2022
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And I realized I had no more hope, if indeed I had ever had any hope at all. And I realized that all my hope had been in me; in the holy trinity of Me, Myself, and I; and in my ability to convince God — to control God — with what I erroneously called “prayer”. And hope fled like a frightened frail thing with no feathers. And reading newspapers and being aware of all the deaths we die, as we die in body or die in spirit or die from lack of meaning, made me want to live. To live! More than ever. But how can I — I who have spent a lifetime seeking God, claiming faith, working towards loving and being loved — how can I live without the third leg of the tripod that holds up the world? I could find the leg of the tripod called faith; it was rather wobbly but propped up. Love was throbbing in my heart and, oh it was better by the crucibles, a stronger steel,ever more trued and pure, but what good is my love without hope in The Love? What an ultimately weak limb of our humanness is what we call our “love”. The Triune Tripod meant to remain forever as true Truth, as Who God is, and What Reality is — Faith, Hope, and Love — a cord of three strands that could not be broken could be seen for the poor frayed and burnt and weak two stringy…
