“Hallelujah it is finished . . .
We thank You for the cross.”
“A violent hope shook the ground . . .”
I was standing with our church family, singing this song some weeks back. We’ve worshiped the Lord many times through this song. But on this particular morning, these phrases caught me. Turned my brain around a bit.
I never thought about hope being violent. The word “hope” has always struck me as a gentle thing, like a quiet, steady rain falling, or a pastel sunrise.Continue reading “Hope: A Violent Hope”