Hope Is Rising

by Jason Germain of Downhere


Romans 8:18-25 (NASB)

18. For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. 19. For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the sons of God. 20. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope 21. that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. 22.For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. 23. And not only this, but also we ourselves, having the first fruits of the Spirit, even we ourselves groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body. 24.For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? 25. But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it.



Hope Is Rising

I’ve lost all my earthly optimism,

That its all going to be alright,

That the good will win this fight.

Somewhere between youth and disappointments,

The dream became despair, the love became a lie,

Just now, I’ve reached the end of my line,

Just now, I’m too tired to keep on trying,

Hope is rising, it’s a sunrise, for the end

Hope is rising, and it’s breathing for me again,

Hope is rising again.

Soon beneath the roses I will lie,

All the memories of my days, gathered to the sky,

Soon all my work will find its worth,

And all my strength returned, to the water and the earth,

Just when I reach the end of my life,

Just when my eyes dim out the last light.

The greatest draw of my simple heart is toward beauty, in all its manifestations. Somehow it seems as soon as I capture a glimpse beauty like a moment of truth between friends, or enjoying a mountain panorama as I find myself writing now, there is an accompanying sadness. I mourn because I know that I can’t take it with me. It is a longing in my soul that drives me into history books, into songs, into the arts. I’ve been looking for an answer to a question, “What lasts?” Do you remember the first time you encountered death? Shocking, ugly, unfair and random; all that beauty is not. When I first encountered this final separation as a child my heart began to develop hairline fractures. Fissures weathered and crawled with relational disillusion in my teens. They stretched into cracks sometime in my twenties when I realized that I was not only experiencing pain, but was a source of pain in others lives. And now in my thirties there are holes leaking all over, as I am witness to more decay and separation in my life and the lives of my peers. It is tempting to blindly cling to the religion of optimism as an attractive force in the universe. It’s a trendy religion that many seem to be buying. It’s “the little engine that could” repackaged for adults. Does the so-called ‘law of attraction’ account for that final and undisputed fact of death? For me it’s an exercise of disappointment brought to the enth degree. Because there will be a mountain too high, a tragedy so shattering, a wound so deep that no multiples of “I think I can” incantations will be enough to power through.

The Gospel of Jesus is the work of art so full and perfect that defends every angle. He painted his love in shades of pain, shame and death so that we would know where to look for hope in a world filled with empty promises. He died that we might live! In this way He has become the attractor, we the attracted. Not only has He given me hope for a life beyond the grave. He has given me a way to live. Grace. The most beautiful piece of poetry as ever was inspired. Where violent escalation has no hold, where addiction has chains without locks, where evil and decay are slave to the purposes of beauty. God is true Beauty. And in our created nature our greatest fulfillment in life is to enjoy Him……a way to live, the religion of Hope. Hope is not a dream it’s a miracle, not a destination it’s a journey, not a birthday but a resurrection, not an end…it’s a beginning. Where is your hope? Does your hope give you the answers your soul demands in search for the truth? Does your hope stand up under all the decay you see around you?

Look to the one who finitely returns all that has been stolen, all that has been destroyed, all random and chaotic catastrophes. Jesus. Come with your broken heart, and body. He’ll breath life into your soul. Come with your angst and failure, He’ll give you purpose and a song. Hope is Rising again.


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2 Responses to “Hope Is Rising”

  1. Natalie Perry Says:

    Luv the song “hope is rising” it’s been an encouragement to me through my times of depression and loss and pain.It gives me the hope of something more in this whirl of empty nothingness. Hope is rising!!!

  2. Misty McClamrock Says:

    I played the song at my fathers funeral, God spoke and I listened. This song was meant to play there, it helped bring 19 people to the Lord. This song has reminded me to look past all the despair and my selfishness because there is hope in EVERY situation. A tragedy is only so if you choose to leave it like that, grab the hope with all your might and hold fast, then and only then will a tragedy become a tool a miracle or a doorway. Thank you for this song and this beautiful devotion.

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