Hold on to the Promises



So I set out this year making all kinds of proclamations, making a number of resolutions. In a past post, I urged readers to continue to hold fast and keep running toward those goals! To be honest, I feel I have done well in keeping up with these goals. Except one:

I had the goal of posting here on this blog about twice a month. In reality it has been about once every four weeks. I also made another proclamation: that I would shed more light on justice issues instead of expounding on topics that relate to faith, much the topic of last year.

So I followed up that post with another that talked about being a superhero for justice, but even this post was just a veiled post that still expounded the glories within Jesus Christ.

And it has been one long month since that last point.

SILENCE on mikepstaub.blogspot.com.

The reason is that  while I have thought all month of what I would want to share related to justice, so many of thoughts have continued to be involved in reminding myself of God's greatness. I live in a world that is ugly and so often seem absent of God, but I know this truth to not be true... I am holding on to the Promises.

I see the ugliness. I see the injustice. I want to be a superhero to erase it all, and I thought my keystrokes may make a difference by covering such issues as hunger, trafficking, gluttony, selfishness, non-compassion.

But it rather depresses me. There is so much, and I have realized that there are so many, so much.

I am just one drop.

But I am a drop of hope. Hope was the word I held onto throughout 2012, and hope is what is lived out through the Jesus that is in my heart.

I have a hope that holds onto the Promises. The promises of a world that will be healed, that all this time spent working toward redemption will be worth the cause, that there is a Fathers to the fatherless, and hope for the hopeless.

Life is a STRUGGLE (and the title of the newest album by Tenth Ave North... blog post coming soon) and my feelings for God and reflection of God wane and wax like the moon.

But faith is not built on feeling. It is built on a promise that exists above emotions.

For God was, is, and will be. There, my friends, is hope in this Promise.