Today is Good Friday and the start of Passover. Every few years, those solemn holy days coincide. Good Friday is also the day I commemorate my mother’s passing, the 36th year. It was in March in 1986, but this end of Holy Week, the beginning of Easter weekend, this has always been the time I mark in my memory. A time of darkness before the light.

This year, though, it seems difficult to find any light. The long shadow of the pandemic still hangs over us. The war in Ukraine has cast a pall over much of the world. It feels as if we’re heading in the wrong direction in so many ways.

Times like these test our faith—faith in humanity, faith in the basic decency of most people, faith that good will ultimately triumph over evil.

We look to many sources to help bolster our hope in these times. Scripture for some. Stories like The Lord of the Rings and the Harry Potter saga. Tales to show us that light endures even during times of great darkness.

This passage from Isaiah has always touched me:

“Yahweh is the everlasting God, he created the remotest parts of the earth, he does not grow tired or weary, his understanding is beyond fathoming. He gives strength to the weary, he strengthens the powerless. Youths grow tired and weary, the young stumble and fall, but those who hope in Yahweh will regain their strength, they will sprout wings like eagles, though they run they will not grow weary, though they walk they will never tire.

I recently came across this video of Itzhak Perlman playing the hauntingly beautiful Theme from Schindler’s list. It’s a melody I’ve been listening to a lot when I need to get into my own quiet place.

I wish each of you the peace of hope, wherever you find it.


5 thoughts on “Hope

  1. Wishing you a peaceful Good Friday as you commemorate your mother’s passing.

    The news of the war in Ukraine is horrific. One place I see hope is in the compassion and assistance that people in neighbouring countries and beyond are offering to Ukrainian refugees.

    • You’re right, Lisa, that has been inspiring. As is the Ukrainians’ dedication to fighting for their democracy. I hope we can learn a lesson there. Happy Easter to you and your family.

  2. In times like these I must remind myself to keep an eye on my little world. Here are my friends and family, and strangers who all need light. Here there are little triumphs, acts of great caring, and tasks of small kindnesses. It’s not that I don’t care about the big world, but that I have so little influence there. There I am poor, weak, powerless. But here, here I can make a difference.

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