It's such an easy word to say.
"I hope Santa can find me!"
"I hope I get a car!"
"I hope I get asked to the prom."
"I hope I don't get caught."
"I hope I can find a job."
"I hope you'll love me even when it's not easy."
"I hope she doesn't die before I get the chance to say goodbye."
"I hope we have macaroni and cheese."
"I hope we can pay for it."
"I hope you know how much I love you."
I say it a dozen times a day. So much so, that maybe it loses its meaning?
But during this season of Advent, that word...hope...takes on a different, special, nearly tangible meaning. It's as if it might sprout wings any minute and show the world how to fly. It bids us to take deep breaths and yearn for the unexpected. It calls us to Emmanuel - God With Us - and in that calling, expects us to be the embodiment of the holy, for another. It ceases our weeping and gives us pause in our pain, so that we might touch wonder, if only for a brief second.
It's a big task. A hefty word. A delicate scent. An overwhelming gift.
I hope you sense it this day....