Hope

by Heather Myer

At times when life is overwhelming and hope does not extend past my present grief, I watch Schindler’s List. This is a movie about the Holocaust, portraying humanity at its very worst. I only watch it when I feel miserable or depressed. Nothing that I am experiencing can possibly compare to the despair of the Holocaust. Each time, I finish the movie cringing at man’s depravity but feeling alive and grateful. At the end of a very long and wretched week, I had every intention of watching Schindler’s List.

After work, I came to church for my turn of reading the New Testament during 24-Hours of Scripture. Andrea left off with Matthew 26. Seated in the light, far from the darkened corners, God revealed truths to me. My voice was small against the large empty room as I read aloud Christ’s last supper, betrayal, arrest, trial, torture, crucifixion and burial. My voice faltered as I recited Jesus’ last words, and his death, and the destruction of the temple. Then in Matthew 28, Christ arose on the third day! My grief was replaced with joy as Jesus greeted his disciples and offered the great commission. I left LifePoint feeling filled, at peace, and thankful. Perhaps this may become my new ritual when life is unpleasant: greet it with the ultimate suffering of our Lord, his arousal, and my own awakening.

“Yes, it is as you say,” Jesus replied. “But I say to all of you: In the future you will see the Son of Man sitting at the right hand of the Mighty One and coming on the clouds of heaven.” —Matthew 26:64