"The mystery hidden for ages and generations but no revealed to his saints... Christ in you, the hope of glory." ~Col 1:26-27.
We live in extraordinarily perilous times. And I do not speak of the rise of Islamic fanaticism, or the rumors of war, or the constantly fluctuating terror threat level. I speak of perilous times for our souls, especially those who profess to know Jesus Christ. For we live in a day in age unlike any before us, a day and age in which the world and all of its pleasures have access to our minds on an unprecedented level. What makes this an existential threat to our souls is that the hearts of men have not changed. Indeed, our hearts are still endless idol factories and the world a constant supplier. Like a kid in a candy shop, we find ourselves in a world that, with ever increasing efficiency, provides new ways and means for our hearts and minds to seek comfort and peace. And to paraphrase C.S. Lewis, we have, in the process, become like little children playing in the mud who turn down and invitation to the beach because we cannot fathom anything better than a mud pit.
One of the more prominent reasons this is so is because we have lost the grace of hope. Hope is, to steal a definition from John Owen, "an earnest expectation, arising from faith, trust, and confidence [in God's faithfulness], accompanied with longing desire of one day enjoying the reality hoped for." When I say we have lost the grace of hope, I mean that rarely, as Christians, do our hopes rise above the next thing the world tells me I need. Our hope has settled on things of the world rather than on things of God. It is like hoping for a nice hard cow pie rather than a juicy rib-eye. The peril is that we don't even realize we are hoping in things that, eternally, are worse than a cow pie. This is so because a vast majority of people in American claiming to know Christ rarely, if ever, spend time thinking about and meditating on the eternal things hoped for, namely seeing with unveiled eyes the glory of God in Christ Jesus for eternity. We hope for many things, but rarely things that are unseen. And yet this is the hope Paul continually speaks of in the New Testament. There are many reasons for this, but was struck this week that one of the primary ones is that we never think that we will actually die one day. This world is all we know and we cannot fathom it ending, thus we put our hope in it and what it offers rather than in Christ. This hit home this week because of two prominent deaths, Dan Wheldon and Muammar Gaddafi. One was in his thirties and the best at what he did. The other was a king for over 40 years. One died in an instant doing what he was great at. The other was pulled out of a sewer and summarily executed. Neither, in a million years, ever thought they would die last week, much less die the way they did. How can we put our hope in something that can, and one day will, be gone in the blink of an eye? How can you call yourself a Christian if your hope is not set on Christ?