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Names: Beacon Publishing.
Title: Beautiful hope : finding hope every day in a broken world.
Description: North Palm Beach, Florida : Beacon Publishing, Inc., 2017.
Identifiers: LCCN 2017029598 | ISBN 9781929266531 (hard cover : alk. paper) | ISBN 9781929266548 (soft cover : alk. paper) | ISBN 9781929266555 (e-book : alk. paper)
Subjects: LCSH: HopeReligious aspectsChristianityMeditations. | HopeReligious aspectsChristianityAnecdotes.
Classification: LCC BV4638 .B43 2017 | DDC
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
PRELUDE
MATTHEW KELLY
Man can live forty days without food, about three days without water, about eight minutes without air, but only one second without hope.
Unknown
It was Pauls time. He could see it in the doctors eyes. After ninety-two years of life, Paul was ready to go back to God. His last request was to spend a private moment with each special person gathered around his bed.
Three children, five grandchildren, a coworker, and two lifelong friends shared the final hours of Pauls life. Words of love, appreciation, and forgiveness. Tears of sorrow. Tears of laughter. Each person left the room feeling lighter than they had felt in years. Peace came with each encounter. A peace that only comes from spending time with a life well lived.
Outside, in the waiting area, nervous and a bit scared, Connor waited for his turn. Connor was Pauls grandson. When Connor was ten, his dad left him, his mother, and his two younger brothers. Connors mom, Pauls daughter, wanted her three sons to have a strong male role model, so she moved the family into her fathers house. A recent widower, Paul was thankful for the company.
In the early years, Paul had taught Connor everything he knew: how to fish, how to live as a man of integrity, and how to pray. In the later years the roles had changed. As Pauls body began to fail him, Connor had taken his grandfather to Mass on Sunday; he had helped him get dressed in the morning and ready for bed at night; and he had stayed up late with him listening to old Frank Sinatra records when Paul had been in too much pain to sleep. The two men loved each other at a level words could not express.
But Connor wasnt yet ready to say good-bye. Paul was his rock, his role model, and his best friend. Connor wondered how he would navigate life without him. Connor was the last one to visit his grandfather. He walked in and sat down next to Paul, who had his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, Paul smiled at his grandson. Immediately Connor began to weep. I dont want to lose you! he shouted and buried his head in his grandfathers chest.
Paul took a deep breath and savored the moment. He remembered the day Connor had been born, how he had fit in the palm of his hand. Paul thanked God for sending him such a friend so late in life. Paul lifted his grandsons chin so they could look each other in the eye. Son, well always be together, you know that. Just pray for me on this side of heaven and know Ill be praying for you on the other. Then one day well meet again. He wiped the tears from his grandsons eyes; they shared a smile and hugged one last time.
Thats beautiful hope.
For some time Brian had been feeling restless, like some-thing was missing. He couldnt figure out why. He had a good job. He provided well for his wife and two kids. He had a nice marriage. Sure, the passion wasnt really there anymore, but that happens with age. For the most part, his kids were well behaved. He loved them, and they knew it. On most Sundays the family went to Mass together. Life was good. He was a good guy. So what was wrong? Why couldnt he just be happy?
On his way to work each day, Brian passed St. Patricks, his parish church. Recently something had always seemed to be tugging at him to go inside. For weeks he had ignored it and told himself it would pass. But it hadnt. The nudging had continued.
Finally, Brian went into the church, not because he thought it would help, but to prove a point. He thought that if he just went in and sat there for ten minutes, nothing would happen, and he could move on with his life. But instead, the stillness swallowed Brian whole. He instantly liked how quiet it was. Everything in his life was so loud; the silence was actually comforting peaceful.
Brian began to daydream about heaven. He wondered what it would be like to stand before God. He wondered how God would feel about the halfhearted way he was living his life. He wondered if God would think he was a good husband and father. And at that thought a deep feeling of dissatisfaction nearly overwhelmed Brian.
Suddenly life felt incredibly short. Work problems, his to-do list at home, and whether or not the Indianapolis Colts would win on Sunday took a backseat in his mind. Brian began to wonder when he had last looked into the eyes of his wife and really listened to what she had to say. He thought of the car sitting in his garage and the promise he had made to his son that they would fix it up together. He thought of his daughter and how they had done nothing but argue for months. He thought about the last time he had prayed to God really, truly prayed.
Brian went back to his parish church the next day. And the day after. And the day after that. He formed a new habit of just sitting in silence. And talking to God. He thought about his life. He thought about heaven. Then he started making a plan with God. He made a plan to change his life.
Thats beautiful hope.
Not long ago I was at a conference here in Cincinnati, and a woman stopped me. Im sorry to bother you, she said, but I just want to thank you.
I stopped walking, and we shook hands. She began to tell me the story of her husband. Of how he had come to one of my Living Every Day with Passion and Purpose events and how God had moved his heart in a powerful way. She told me how the genius of Catholicism had changed his life and how he had become the husband and father she had always dreamed he could be.