John 14:1-6
A sermon for the Sixth Sunday of Easter
Hope is a flimsy word. We say: “I hope so…” and we mean: “Well, who knows?” We say: “hopefully” and mean “probably not.”
You recall the story of Pandora’s box: When she opened that box, all the evils of the world flew out but there was one thing left: Hope. The question was: Was that good or evil?
What is the basis for our hope, since the word itself can be so flimsy?