My Only HOPE

16 October 2019 | By Ria Samuel

When I was a kid I put my hope and placed my wonder in fantasies, magic and fairy tales. I dreamt about the fairy princess I would meet one day and stumble into a magical forest while running away from my fears. Each Christmas I would dream about Santa Claus giving me a surprise visit and lavishing me with every gift I ever wanted.

But one day as though waking up from a dream, I realised magic, fairy tales and Santa Claus belonged to kids books and Christmas songs and not real life. This was replaced by a sudden storm of typical teenage. It was like the vision of my soul just got corrected with a new pair of glasses and I could see the world clearer. Or I thought so!

New emotions emerged, I had an upgraded version of my fantasies in the form of aliens, werewolves and vampires. It was difficult to understand the world I now saw clearer. Mood swings and rebellion settled in, all in the process of figuring out this new world. My soul and body calmed from the curiosities and all the tantrums as it entered into young adulthood.

Entering into adulthood was like entering a competition. It’s a race from then. You meet hundreds of fellow competitors along the way and you get convinced with the whole lot that this is what life is all about. This rat race we are all in. But it’s when you finally reach the end of your race you realise that there’s nothing there.

That’s when you fall on your knees, tired and disappointed, you realise that neither the fantasies of childhood nor the curiosities of teenage or the rat race of adulthood could satisfy the longing in your heart or give you the meaning for your existence.

Thereupon, with your knees bent and head bowed, devoid of everything you put your hope in, you hear that still small voice. That voice that had been there all along, ever since you were a kid. But the meretriciousness of this world masked that still small voice of God, our only hope in a degrading world. He is the only one who can give us the answer to why we were created, since He is the Creator.

“And he said, ‘Go forth and stand upon the mount before the Lord’, And behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and broke in pieces the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind, and after the wind an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake, after the earthquake a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire, and after the fire a still small voice.” 1 Kings 19: 11-12

You will hear many voices, telling you many things. Choose to follow the voice of God. That is the only voice that brings hope to a hopeless situation.