My Hope

With all that’s been going on in Durham it's easy to be tempted to put hope in the structures we’ve set up to deal with “problems.” I am tempted to think that perhaps the results of a DNA test or Duke’s five committees will save us from this mess. Or perhaps a federal judge’s ruling that lethal injection is unconstitutional would save us from the idolatry of the death penalty. And maybe even our attempts to befriend the guys on the corner will decrease their desire to pull out their guns this summer. But this morning, as I have been reflecting on all this mess during Holy Week, a hymn is on my mind —“My hope is built on nothing less than Jesus’ blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.” So even
if good things do come out of our efforts, it is only in Jesus’ “blood and righteousness” that we can place our hope. It is through his blood that we are all saved from these messes we’ve made. Praise God.

-Leah