The Hope sign hit the streets this Saturday.
I had this idea that I wanted to try because I thought it was fun and because I wanted to make new friends. Plywood in my basement, a jigsaw from my local tool library and presto I had HOPE! (It was a pretty hopeful thing to do so I guess I had hope in my heart and a plywood manifestation of it on my lawn)
I took my sign to the Uhuru Flea Market in Clark Park with Shalom House. The Shalomers asked people what we should do with $10,000,000 to help our community. They were asking people to dream up some better ideas than the US Government’s $10,000,000 idea to build a drone command center in Horsham, PA. (This Fox report hails it as good news).
I asked people to participate in my communal art project. Pick a color (or 6) and make your mark on HOPE. We were cultivating hope right there in our communal garden of Clark Park. My friend said he just liked how big the sign was. It yelled “HOPE!” And he wanted to hope.
I was pleased with how many people wanted to know what we as a Circle of Hope were all about and how many people were willing to get messy for a minute and make something beautiful together. Jesus offers us that messy sort of hope. He came into our midst and offered us himself to us in our messy humanity and now he sends us his Spirit to keep the hope within us alive and growing in the midst of our still very messy humanity.
Hope springs up from beyond our capacity. It is best when it gets pollinated and hybridized through mutual sharing. Following that metaphor, maybe my work as a pastor is to be the bee of hope–listening to many stories, making many friends, sharing in many lives as I buzz from flower to flower spreading hope. In our modern era we’ve figured all this out. We have super high speed high resolution digital cameras that can document the pollination that bees do but in Jesus’ day the growing of seeds and their plants’ fruit was more of a mystery. In Mark 4 Jesus tells this parable:
“This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come.”
Bees aren’t really aware of how important they are to the life cycle of many plants. I am a bit more aware, but I still can’t dissect hope and tell you how it grows. It seems I can participate in it, but I do a lot of sleeping, and yet this newness seems to grow. Many new things happened on Saturday. I met new people. I heard new ideas and I got a new sense of what God is doing through me now–and my hope got bigger.