Theological Journal – May 11
Moltmann Monday
“But the ultimate reason for our hope is not to be found at all in what we want, wish for and wait for; the ultimate reason is that we are wanted and wished for and waited for. What is it that awaits us? Does anything await us at all, or are we alone? Whenever we base our hope on trust in the divine mystery, we feel deep down in our hearts: there is someone who is waiting for you, who is hoping for you, who believes in you. We are ...waited for as the prodigal son in the parable is waited for by his father. We are accepted and received, as a mother takes her children into her arms and comforts them. God is our last hope because we are God's first love.”
Moltmann Monday
“But the ultimate reason for our hope is not to be found at all in what we want, wish for and wait for; the ultimate reason is that we are wanted and wished for and waited for. What is it that awaits us? Does anything await us at all, or are we alone? Whenever we base our hope on trust in the divine mystery, we feel deep down in our hearts: there is someone who is waiting for you, who is hoping for you, who believes in you. We are ...waited for as the prodigal son in the parable is waited for by his father. We are accepted and received, as a mother takes her children into her arms and comforts them. God is our last hope because we are God's first love.”
Hope is not wish fulfilment. We cannot define or determine what awaits us. The “mystery” we are caught up in in Christ is one that remains beyond our powers and insight to penetrate.
What we do realize is not what awaits us but that someone waits, hopes, and believes in us. A “father” waits for us, patient and restless, ever alert for any sign of us coming down the road toward home. A “mother” ever ready to welcome us home and smother us in her embrace.
Beyond our fondest hope, most comforting desire, beyond even the fact that we can generate such expectations and dream such dreams, exceeding, breaking, and shaming the poverty of even our most profound and wisest anticipations and longings for our destiny and fulfilment, lies the real, though often unacknowledged ground of true hope. We are loved!
We are loved! Before and beyond all we can think or imagine.
We are loved! The best and only word we absolutely must share with one another.
We are loved! Unconditionally, beyond all hope or expectation.
We are loved!
We are loved!
We are loved!
We are loved!
See MoreWhat we do realize is not what awaits us but that someone waits, hopes, and believes in us. A “father” waits for us, patient and restless, ever alert for any sign of us coming down the road toward home. A “mother” ever ready to welcome us home and smother us in her embrace.
Beyond our fondest hope, most comforting desire, beyond even the fact that we can generate such expectations and dream such dreams, exceeding, breaking, and shaming the poverty of even our most profound and wisest anticipations and longings for our destiny and fulfilment, lies the real, though often unacknowledged ground of true hope. We are loved!
We are loved! Before and beyond all we can think or imagine.
We are loved! The best and only word we absolutely must share with one another.
We are loved! Unconditionally, beyond all hope or expectation.
We are loved!
We are loved!
We are loved!
We are loved!
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