Day Four

by Jo Newell

“Thy Word was found and I ate it, and Thy Word became for me a joy and the delight of my soul.” -Jeremiah 15:16

Having lost my 8 year old daughter in a drowning accident and my husband to COPD, I do not approach the word hope naïvely. Before my daughter died, when I was 37, I had areas of “magical thinking” as a part of my theology. I did not believe that anything so tragic could happen to me. I loved God, I had been diligently seeking him since I was saved at age 25, studying and teaching his Word and especially sorting out the types and shadows and mysteries of the Old Testament as revealed in the New. He and I were tight, and his ways fit nicely into my belief system. (Insert eyeroll.)

However, after my daughter Ashley’s death, the things in which I had put my hope had been cut down to a stump. My knowledge of and belief in the cross held firm, but the shallow nonsense of my immature religion vanished.

Hollow. Stunned. Sickened. Hope-less.

Luke referred to two people in his gospel who, three days after the crucifixion of Jesus, were walking on the road to Emmaus and talking with each other about all that had recently happened. Jesus Himself came up and walked along with them, but they were kept from recognizing Him. He saw that they were sad and their faces were downcast. He asked what they had been discussing, and Cleopas told him of the prophet who had been handed over by the religious rulers of Israel to be sentenced to death and was crucified. Then Cleopas said, “But we had hoped that he was the one . . . “

Hoped. Hope-less. Disillusioned. Confused.

But then, Jesus, beginning with Moses and all the Prophets, explained to them what was said in all the Scriptures concerning himself.

And then, Cleopas and his companion said, “Did not our hearts burn within us as we walked along the road and he opened to us the Scriptures?”

Just as Cleopas and his friend found renewed hope in Jesus being alive, they found hope for the future in the revelation of Scripture.

There, too, is where I have found my hope over the years. During heartache or weariness or panic or frustration, the revelation and illumination of Scripture is our hope.

The Holy Spirit has faithfully warmed my heart with a verse or verses that were so intimately personal I looked for my name at the top of the page.

Whatever emotion had plagued me or haunted me was soothed with a biblical ointment for my soul. No earthly remedy has had the power to change my troubled countenance to peaceful tranquility the way an anointed Word from my Divine Author has.

“Call to me and I will answer you and I will tell you great and unsearchable things which you do not know.” -Jeremiah 33:3

PRAYER

Heavenly Father, Thank You that as men of old were carried along by the Holy Spirit as they wrote the Word, I am carried along by the Holy Spirit as I read it and embrace it and find hope in its supernatural comfort.