Not only that, but we also who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, eagerly waiting for the adoption, the redemption of our body. For we were saved in this hope, but hope that is seen is not hope; for why does one still hope for what he sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, we eagerly wait for it with perseverance. (Romans 8:23-25)
My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less
My good friend Charles Lindsey likes to say, “Life can be tedious.” He is right. Sometimes it is tough to keep your head above water with the challenges life brings each day. As people of flesh we are burdened with a mortal tent longing for the clothing from above (2 Corinthians 5:1-9). The joy of being a child of God is the knowledge that life here may be tedious but it is short and upon this short time eternity is expressed in our hope of the redemption of our body. Hope! This is what life is made of.
Hope changes the vision of life. It is the spice of happiness that allows us to endure what today brings. The eighth chapter of Romans is the chapter of hope for the Christian. Our hope is based on the knowledge we are not condemned and salvation is ours. We are children of God. We are adopted. We are saved. We are conquerors. We are overcomers. Folks, we are God’s special people and we shall see the King one day!
Today is the third day of the week. Sunday we praised God. Monday we spent the day with joy. Now we live with hope. Our hope is built upon the promise that God will send His only begotten Son a second time; apart from sin, for salvation. There is a crown with my name on it. I am going to Heaven when I die. My hope is built on nothing less! I cannot see it today but I will see it tomorrow. When this day concludes I will look back and see the grace of God flowing through the day because I had eyes of hope. As the dawn of Wednesday rises over the horizon my hope will still be on Jesus Christ the solid rock. Now go tackle today. It is a great day for the Lord to come.
A true Christian should have but one fear – lest he should not hope enough. (Walter Elliott, The Spiritual Life, 1914)