Christmas Hope

If there’s one thing in short supply these days, it’s hope. Politicians promise, then fail to deliver on their promises. Family members make commitments, then disappoint us. The resurgence of the pandemic has us wondering if we’ll ever see “normal” again. Money is tight, and the more we wish for improvement, the less probable it appears to be.

Sort of like what the nation of Israel must have been feeling 2,000 years ago. The glory days of King David and King Solomon had passed 1,000 years earlier. The Israelites—God’s chosen people—didn’t feel very special anymore. They had lived as a conquered people for more than 700 years, first under the Assyrians, then the Babylonians, the Medes-Persians, the Greeks, and finally the Romans. It had been 400 years since any prophet had spoken the words, “Thus says the Lord.” The peoples’ hope had been sapped, little by little, year by year.

But the very nature of hope is that it hangs on in the direst circumstances. When everything is at its bleakest, a spark inside us burns—perhaps tenuously, but it burns nonetheless.

Israel still hoped. They hoped for freedom from their oppressors. They hoped to hear from their God once again. Yet when God did speak, most of them did not recognize His voice. When God sent them the Savior they needed, they were too busy looking for the military leader they wanted.

Fast-forward 2,000 years. Some of us are holding on by our fingernails, clinging to hope because there’s nothing else to cling to. And along comes the Christmas season. Four weeks of stress made even more stressful by the cloud of COVID-19 and social-distancing recommendations.

This week is the first week of Advent. The beginning of a time of anticipation. Christmas is coming, a day when we celebrate the birth of the One who has saved us from sin and from ourselves. A day when God became man—Emmanuel—God with us. So what does this have to do with hope?

Jesus came to earth the first time in fulfillment of the Old Testament prophecies. His coming proved that hope in God’s Word was not misplaced. His first coming proves something else, too. It proves that when the Bible speaks of His second coming, we can rely on this yet-to-occur event as much as if it has already occurred. It’s not a question of if it will happen, just when it will happen.

That’s biblical hope. Biblical hope is different from how we usually use the word hope today. Today we say things such has, “I hope it won’t rain,” but we have no idea whether it will or it won’t. Biblical hope is certain anticipation, a knowledge that the only uncertainty is in the timing, not in the promise.

It’s the hope Israel had 2,000 years ago as they waited for the Messiah to come. It’s the hope we have today as we wait for the Messiah—our Savior—to come again.

As we wrap the presents (or not), and bake the cookies (or not), let’s rejoice that the hope for a coming Savior has already been fulfilled. And He’ll return . . . because He promised He would.

What kind of hope do you have?