The destruction of hope

 

Just like any other day, my Facebook news feed was already full of new status updates when I checked it this morning. Amongst the inane and silly status updates, a friend was overjoyed about a certain victory that faith-based schools in the UK would be prevented against teaching students on creationism. I don’t think this is a moment of hurrahs or lamentations – I went to a faith-based school that did not teach about creationism and yet, I do believe in almighty creator who created this universe. How, when, and how long – those questions can only be fully answered by Him. I can be all scientific if I want to and quote either billions of years or thousands of years – but at the end of the day, like a child whose eyes are glazed when the topic is too complicated, I would say, “Meh!”.

It is in this mindframe that I came across another status update by a friend in Singapore who shared the link to the tribute video to Ruth Graham, Billy Graham’s wife, when she passed away in 2007. In the clip, Fernando Ortega sings a beautiful song Give me Jesus that is interspersed with snippets of her life. The song is alomost like a soothing stream in the desolution of meaningless status updates and soul-breaking stories. “You can have all this world, but give me Jesus”.

This got me thinking (as I tend to do) – the reason that I hold on to my faith in God, and especially in Jesus, in the midst of so-called compelling reasons not to do so – is that my faith gives me hope. There is something glorious and beautiful that is yet to come – that the end is not a void filled with despair. This keeps me going when I am faced by challenges and problems, that I can smile and soldier on, in the belief that my hardworks will be rewarded (Galatians 6:9). My faith compels me to at least try to be a better man today to the person that I was yesterday.

It saddens me when this hope is slowly being eroded under the guise of logical thinking by those who turn their back on God. What hope would the young generation have if they are told that there is nothing at the end of the line? They would try drugs, alcohol and any other band-aid solutions to a void in their heart. What would you tell them in place of their drugs or alcohol if you tell them that there is no viable alternative? Cold science? Cicero, the philosopher says, “Nature has planted in our minds an insatiable longing to seek the truth”. It is no wonder that people end up being in all sorts of places in their quest to seek the truth – some fill it with yoga, sport, vegetarianism, animal activivism, alcohol, or science.

I suppose I don’t want to live my life just treating it as an endless and mindless 24 hours without any purpose or hope. For some, my clinging to God is considered stupidity and childishness, especially for a logical scientist like me. Just like what Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 1:18 – but to me, it gives me a sense of hope and purpose that despite the hardship and the challenges that life throws at me, I can be more than a conqueror with the hope that God gives me.

There is a bright light at the end of the tunnel.

 

 


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I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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