Hopelessness vs Hope

On this day, August 24, 1992, hurricane Andrew hit south Florida.  It was unexpected and very powerful.  This storm caused the deaths of over 50 people, saw billions of dollars’ worth of property destroyed, and changed the lives of many in south Florida at the time.

For me, it was a bit different.  I was a sophomore in college, less than a week in to my second year out in New Mexico.  My parents called be the night before to let me know that there was a hurricane coming.  I told them to have fun.  This may sound heartless, but to anyone who lived in Miami before hurricane Andrew, this was the proper response.  Hurricanes typically meant no school, parties, good waves, and maybe a few hours of bad weather.  No one expected this to be a hurricane that would wipe out almost the entire south end of Miami. 

I remember waking up the next morning, going to breakfast with my friends, and then coming back to my room, like we did every morning.  We turned on Good Morning America.  They were talking about how devastating the storm was.  Over the next five minutes, we saw how bad things were, and then, on national TV, we saw my house.  The roof caved in, parts of an airplane scattered around the house, and my truck, sitting outside the debris.  I was scared.  I spent most of the day, and the days following, calling my parents.  I never got through.  In my heart I knew that I had lost my parents in the storm.  For two weeks I waited to hear if my mom and dad were alive or dead.  Not knowing that answer was horrible.  I had given up hope.  I knew I would never see them again. 

Of course, I was wrong.  In the time since 1992, I finally found Christ.  I began to learn about His love and grace, and while I could teach a lesson on hope, I do not think I really understood it.  Then, a few months ago, my mom passed away.  It was during this time that I understood what hope really meant.  I was at youth camp when my dad called me and told me that my mom was dying.  I was hurt and, again, scared that I would never see her again.  This time, the difference was hope.  Even if my mom died before I got back home, I knew that, thanks to Jesus, I would see my mom again.  I also had hope that she was no longer going to be suffering.  Facing tragedy is much easier with hope than it is without it.

Can you imagine what it is like to go through loss or fear without having the hope that comes from knowing Jesus as your Lord and Savior?  This should be more than enough reason for us to go out and show other the love of Christ and point them to the cross.

Pastor Derrick