A few posts ago I admitted I don’t really believe Jesus is going to come back. It’s too weird to contemplate such a future. My good Christian brain part of me knows the ‘right’ answer. God apparently is exercising patience and has a very different view of time to us. Hmm. But still I find it all too improbable. The trouble is if I don’t believe in Jesus coming back and the end of this world and the beginning of the best story yet to be told then I’m stuck. Stuck with no hope and a pointless present.
So I will look for hope. I will imagine and ponder what is to come. I will long for the day to come when he will call out my name. I will long for the tears to be wiped away and I will look for the dawn. Hope is real. There apparently is much to hope for. He has come. He will come again.
I pray this prayer from my prayer book which reminds me daily as I walk through advent that Jesus will return. I might not believe he’s coming back but I have one who holds my unbelief and who I can ask for help from in tasting hope again.
“God of hope, fill me with edge of the seat anticipation as I wait for that unimaginable day when I will be crowned with glory and honour, hear you call out my name and have you wipe away every tear from my eyes. May my hope for that good future temper the tragedy and mess of today. In Christ’s name, amen.”