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Nearly every year in October, I’m fortunate to have my beloved St. Louis Cardinals in MLB’s postseason. There have been times they have lost in the World Series or in National League Championship play. But the Cardinals had an active presence in October’s baseball – many times over the course of the past 10 or so years.
Some of my dear friends rarely-to-never have the chance to see the Chicago Cubs in postseason play. Yet each April they beam with excitement. This will be the year! These dedicated fans hold on to a hope that is greater than winning or losing. It’s a hope that transcends statistics and a century-long losing streak.
So I sit here very conflicted as I watch the television set in my living room. I’m not rooting against my Cardinals. I’m cheering for Hope. And I see that hope in the 2015 Chicago Cubs.
I’m cheering for the rains of hope that come after the dry spells of life. I’m cheering for the sparks of hope that begin to ignite after failed attempts of lighting a fire.
It’s a hope in which people in the Judeo-Christian faith: hope in the midst of the wilderness. No matter how many decades we face in the wilderness, there is possibility. Even though there are exiles after exiles, hope abides and restoration occurs. It’s a hope that flourishes after crucifixions and tombs.
This hope moves beyond just ballparks but into other parts of our lives. If they can win, what other things are possible in our world? Peace? Love? Visions becoming a reality When hope wins all sorts of possibilities arise.
Hope may not win this year. Instead it may be my Cardinals.
But hope will win someday.