While there have been many times in my life where I have been distressed, I can think of only once when I have truly felt hopeless.
As obvious as it may have been for everyone else, when my father died in 2009, I was completely unprepared for the finality of his passing. He was diagnosed with kidney cancer in January of that year, and looking back, I count myself fortunate to have been given 11-months to tell him everything I wanted to say. Unfortunately, during his last months of life I occupied our time together trying to ease his fear of dying. I kept my chin up and tried to appear strong for him.
It wasn’t until a few weeks after his passing that I realized that I had completely missed my opportunity. I was so concerned with trying to assure him that everything was okay, that death was just a stepping stone to eternity, and that we would all see him again soon, that I completely neglected to tell him how much I loved him. I completely neglected telling him how much he meant to me and how much I was going to miss him. I completely neglected to tell him how angry I was that my daughter would never remember her grandfather. And there was absolutely NOTHING I could do about any of it. He was gone and I would never see him again, this side of eternity. I felt hopeless.
This Sunday we’ll be looking at two disciples who “had hoped” Jesus was the Messiah, but had lost hope after his crucifixion. As they walked home, their hearts were heavy and the future was certain; Jesus wouldn’t accomplish for them what they hoped he would. Walk with us this Sunday as we encounter the unknown traveler who caused their hearts to burn within them and restored their hope for redemption!
A Fellow Traveler,
Pastor Travis Taylor