I want to bear my testimony. I hope this church is true, for the most part. I also hope that a few bits of it are not. Some people are knowers and others are believers. I am a hoper.
I hope that the seeds of faith I have planted will grow, but my seeds of faith aren’t pine seeds—they don’t grow into a tree that becomes bigger and stronger with time. They grow more like perennials—ever changing with the seasons. Sometimes faith completely disappears in frigid weather but it’s still alive under the ground, waiting to spring up again. I hope someday my faith will become more evergreen, but I just don’t know. There are many things I don’t know.
Hope might be Faith’s awkward kid sister, brimming with potential to become more like Faith, but lacking maturity and confidence. But hope could be something altogether different from faith: a unique spiritual gift that a wannabe believer like me could cultivate to grow a different kind of testimony.
Faith, hope, and charity qualify you for God’s work. Can you qualify if your faith is weak but you are extremely hopeful? I hope so.
I believe some things, I hope many things, I have endured many things and hope to be able to endure all things. Also, I hope I won’t be required to endure every possible thing. If there is anything virtuous, lovely, or of good report or praiseworthy, I seek after these things hopefully.