Hopeless

Let’s think about the word “hope”—what does it mean? Some people hope it doesn’t rain, while others hope the rain comes soon. Some hope something goes away; others hope something shows up. Some people are hopeful. Some are hopeless. Some people find hope, while others lose it.

All of us have something in common with Velma Thomas. We were dead. We were dead in our sins. There was no sign of spiritual brain activity. We were helpless, hopeless. But then God came to our spiritual bedside. Here’s how Paul describes it.

They are called “The Silent Years.” During the four hundred long years between the last book of the Old Testament and the coming of Jesus, there were no prophets, angels delivering messages, or word from God. Then…at just the right time…

Jesus died on the cross for our sin. He provided the way out of our past prison and the way into a relationship with the Father.

Caught in the grip of sin, we were helpless and hopeless. There was no way out. But then the Rescuer came.

Because of Jesus, we stand before God forgiven and restored. And Satan, the accuser, is sent on his way.