While most of the literate world is collectively hoping that no one on TV or a website or e-mail or in the subway or wearing one of these shirts will tell them how the most anticipated fiction book of modern time ends, my quiet time this morning actually revealed the ending, and it's very good:
I don't know about you, but lately an injection of hope is a good thing for me. What a promise: Your hope will not be cut off! Isn't that the thing about hope: it's something you're anticipating that's for good, but the second you question whether said good anticipation will ever come to fruition, the moment doubt takes over even just a little, hope fades.
Often, we ourselves are the source of our hope: it is up to us to keep it alive and to do the hope-ing. But not so, the Word reveals: We have One Who Is our Hope Himself. He has no doubt, no capacity to fail. There is 0% likehood that He Will not do as He promises. And He Is not an uncaring Judge, nor Is He even a Father who simply knows how to give good gifts to His children.
Not only Is He pulling for us, not only does He want the best for us, but He also ensures the victory and the success! He Himself is our Hope and the fulfillment of our hope!
Now that is an ending that you can tell me about any day...