I realised in Meeting for Worship recently that I have passed beyond hope. Imperceptibly. I have no idea when that happened, I simply became suddenly, devastatingly aware.
Now, this is not to imply that there IS no hope just I, personally, can no longer feel it.
Observing my immediate feelings, I was curious to find that I was not experiencing despair but, rather, the opposite. In Ignatian terms, not desolation but consolation, consolation, consolation.
The flip side of hope – for me – seems not to be despair but steadfastness. Faithfulness.
So… resisting in whatever way I can… calling out injustice in whatever way I can… supporting others in whatever way I can…
Doing what Love requires