Hope

It is so depressing, isn’t it?

When the arrogant makes a mess and blames everyone except herself?

When those with the weapons beat up those without, without impunity?

When educated people use their knowledge to dress up the ugly work of the oppressor?

Where is justice? you ask.

Where is fairness?

Where is compassion?

Is there still hope? you ask yourself.

We have to believe that there is

because otherwise it is just too miserable to continue.  

There is, in fact sufficient evidence that there may still be some good remaining, and therefore hope. 

Look around.

There is still beauty.

In the way people care for each other, even though they are themselves in trouble.

In the way people insist on speaking the truth, living truthfully, even when they try hard not to get hurt. 

In the objects around us.

Natural things made by God.

Objects that we can make with our own hands.  

Even the power-hungry, the self-aggrandised, the self-serving, those who sold their soul, the misguided, carry out their evil deeds in the name of “goodness”, “justice”, “peace’.  

No one can refute the supreme value of goodness - even when people try to use their good name to cover up ugliness, hatred, suppression, self-interest, exploitation.

There is still goodness.

There is still hope.  

God is still here. 

Don’t let evil win.