So the year has come to an end. It’s the most wonderful time to reflect on 300 days gone by, a time to remember. A nice polite coffee with scrumptious cup cakes to savour – the happiness of fulfillment and celebrate peace and goodwill to all men.
But for promises – The last minute dash to fulfil, to followup. The heart break of unfulfilled promises, of dashed dreams. The many what abouts, probabilities, possibilities that never were because you got caught up, because things spiralled out of control, because there was a fault, a war, a power surge, a scuffle, a loss, a complication, an error, a birth, a wedding, a party, a promotion, just because.
Mary was betrothed to Joseph, mazal tov! Until the Angel Gabriel visited, now Joseph had cold feet. A betrothal was unraveling, a promise shattering.
The Three Wise men followed A Star, they found themselves with an egotistical king who had no idea that the King of Kings had been born. Dashed hopes.
Another King had been given a sign. A virgin would give birth and He would be called Immanuel. Hezekiah did not see the virgin birth. Neither did the Jews in Babylon nor the Babylonians. It happened 700 years later under the Romans. Crushed expectations.
Through the Lord ’s mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!”
Lamentations 3:22-24 NKJV
Promises create expectations, they are the stuff from which we derive hope. Hope that each day will be better than the former. Jeremiah reminds us that the firmest expectations are those based on God’s promises. He is faithful. Faithfulness is the lighthouse of our expectations. Jeremiah should know, he ushered the Israelites into Babylon. He even bought a potter’s field as a surety of the return home, a return he would not witness but he trusted the Lord. His compassion would never fail.
So it shall be for you, the faithful lighthouse beckons. The Lord is my portion, I shall hope in Him.