Saturday, January 1, 2011


I have this ornament plaque that I got last summer at the hospital where I did CPE. It says simply, "HOPE BIG."

Then there's that passage in Hebrews: "Faith is assurance of things hoped for, a conviction of things not seen." That's all well and good. But what exactly is hope?

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson said it quite well. And it turns out that internship is quite a chilly land and a very strange sea. But like Emily pointed out, it is in that land and sea that we find hope. Adrift and alone, I find my anchor is always hope.

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