Do you ever get the feeling something bad is about to happen?
In my younger years, I loved to watch horror films. Something about the anticipation of disaster thrilled me. The innocent girl walking down the steps into a dimly lit basement. The fateful decision to enter the creepy woods while a killer is on the loose. In each scene, the music was key, letting me know when something bad was about to happen.
I don’t watch horror movies anymore. With age and wisdom came the realization that I don’t have to be afraid if I don’t want to. Real life is scary enough, isn’t it? Ten minutes on the Internet will invite real-life horrors right into your world. Terrorist attacks, racism, cancer, human trafficking, poverty. While my life isn’t touched directly by these heart-breaking events, the scary movie music plays in the back of my mind, warning me that something bad is always about to happen.
I consider myself an optimist, so this foreboding hopelessness disturbs me. When I turn to Scripture for the solution to my loss of hope for the future, I find insight in 1 Corinthians 13: “Love always hopes.” Hope is birthed from love. Could my loss of hope be because I’ve lost love?
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