What is hope actually about? How do we maintain hope when the waiting is longer – much longer – then we thought it might be?
Samuel’s mother found sanctuary at Shiloh – a simple place of pilgrimage where she could pour out her grief and open her heart to God. Being childless she was seen by her community as one of the lowest of the low – yet at Shiloh (though it was far from perfect – Eli was more than clumsy and rude with her!) – she DID find sanctuary there. Many years later, the disciples marvel at the fine dressed stonework of the Jerusalem Temple. Which is closer to what God would have us build today?
Why do we intentionally drag up the painful memories of the past every year? is it healthy?