In an age of hopelessness they call it simply space . Emptiness has replaced fullness. Where our ancestors heard the music of the spheres our contemporaries hear only the eternal silence of those infinite spaces that fills me with terror , as Pascal pointedly puts it. The concept of hope has been hopelessly trivialized by the modern mind, just as the concept of faith has. We bury our dead in the sure and certain hope of the resurrection .
Feelings are subject to every wind of chance and change, from politics to digestion.
But Christian hope has a foundation. It is a house built upon a rock, and that rock is Christ. The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight , we sing to the little town of Bethlehem , the house of bread from which our souls are fed. For Christian hope does not come from us. It is our response to God's promises.