Every once in a while, the expectations we have are not met. Well, more often than once in a while; it happens on a regular basis. But we always have those events that are particularly close to our hearts, those event that singularly define moments of our lives (although we might think they define the entirety of our lives in those moments). And when those expectations – some say “hopes” – are crushed, what becomes of us? We sulk, mourn, and feel depressed, confined to our thoughts and constrained to defeat. Some feel the waves of sadness to a deeper extent than others, but the sorrow is made universal in all failed expectations.
And yet, how can this be called “hope?” Hope perseveres through trials and tribulations and it is the color palette of our reality. When our expectations aren’t met, it simply puts a temporary grayscale on our reality. However, hope takes that and continues to provide light and dark, shining through our sadness and piercing the pessimism that drifts over our glazed eyes. To be called “hopeless” is truly a desperate situation, for without hope, what then prevents us from our untimely mental suicide? Yet how often is that term thrown around, particularly in the phrase “hopeless romantic?”
But to be hopelessly romantic is not such a bad thing; it simply states that one is so romantic to the point of having no hope in not being romantic. It merely intensifies the love of romanticism that the phrase is affixed to and, in such a usage, becomes a rather positive force. Yet in romanticism, there is still fallibility – should one chance to be unfortunate (or fortunate) enough to remain single his whole life, then the romanticism was merely a fanciful figment of the mind. Even stronger than hopeless romanticism, in my opinion, is to be hopelessly hopeful.
This is the characteristic that believers should have if strengthened enough in faith: hopelessly hopeful. They have no other hope than to be hopeful because of the many things that are guaranteed them as the fruits of faith. While sadness may certainly strike at any point during the Christian experience, we ultimately cling to one unshakable hope – the return of Jesus Christ. This hope should engender within us the desire to be hopelessly hopeful, to have a hope that overcomes and overwhelms every avenue of our life’s experience. Some say that having this faith in Jesus Christ’s return restricts us from doing many things as Christians, but it is having this transcendent kind of hope that we are set free from the shackles of doubt purveyed by this world. And it is by this hope, we experience joy and happiness in all circumstances, big and small. So if we let whatever is plaguing us be placed before God in the hopes that He will make a way, we do ourselves a great good and conform to the pattern of His will. It’s just a matter of being hopelessly hopeful and living that life in Him.