These reflections are the leftover fragments from my homily at Sacred Heart this morning, Sunday November 10, 2013. Luke . The Thirty-Second Sunday in Ordinary Time.
Hope is not Pollyanna or lackluster, but a profound expression of our Christian life.
Hope does not gloss over pain, but emerges from the depths of suffering.
Hope is not whitewash to make everything appear normal or untouched by pain.
Hope is not glossy, shiny or cheap, but comes from the light deep within our experiences.
Hope does not come from who we think we should be, but from a rich realization about how life really is.
Hope is not static, plastic or boxed in, but alive with awareness of change and a desire for life itself.
Hope is not a commodity that is easily purchased or attained with a wish or a dream.
Hope is not a balm or a pill to hide from pain or loss or discomfort or sin.
Hope comes from our pure heart that trusts in God’s love for us.
Hope comes deep within our relationships on earth, even the ones that are fragile, or threadbare or on the brink of failure.
Hope arrives on angel wings when we tire of life, when we feel no one cares or listens or is concerned with our survival.
Hope is nestled among the bristles of despair deep within our hearts.
Hope resonates in our hearts when we reach out to others who suffer in ways we could never tolerate or sometimes even acknowledge.
Christ’s Resurrection is the balm that soothes our life stories in compassionate hope for today.