Bookends of Hope
Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love. No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our standpoint. Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness. —Reinhold Niebuhr, The Irony of American History I offer bookends of wisdom to brace me and hold me in a place of hope no matter the disorientation. May we remember this notion of time and salvation that we not feel resigned to accept defeat or fear; rather may we rekindle that hope which does not disappoint. I am trying to hold an orientation not measured by winning and losing but by sparks of love and grace. So let me become attuned to Niebuhr’s reminder of the fallacy of imme