Tonight at our home gathering we're going to be discussing Hope. One of my favorite definitions of hope is: "Those who hear not the music think the dancer mad." I forget who originally came up with this quote but it's stuck with me.
As has been consistent over the last couple of weeks, I am more excited about what will be contributed to the conversation rather than what is dictated. Our first week was a discussion on wholeness and the second a discussion on sacrifice. Hope, one of the big three (faith, love and Hope), is a theological virtue. It is, as my virtue ethicists have observed, a virtue that originates (as all of the theological virtues do) in God and God alone. Hope is dangerous because when a people begin to see an alternative future, with redemptive imaginative possibilities, lives, societies, and neighborhoods begin to change. Hope, choosing to hear the music that others refuse to hear, captures the endless possibilities of love in action. I am excited.
As has been consistent over the last couple of weeks, I am more excited about what will be contributed to the conversation rather than what is dictated. Our first week was a discussion on wholeness and the second a discussion on sacrifice. Hope, one of the big three (faith, love and Hope), is a theological virtue. It is, as my virtue ethicists have observed, a virtue that originates (as all of the theological virtues do) in God and God alone. Hope is dangerous because when a people begin to see an alternative future, with redemptive imaginative possibilities, lives, societies, and neighborhoods begin to change. Hope, choosing to hear the music that others refuse to hear, captures the endless possibilities of love in action. I am excited.
