Hope is a tricky thing. Some of the most peculiar events can trigger an episode of hope, and the slightest change in a situation can make it all but disappear. I have been a Dallas Cowboys fan for as long as I can remember. I suffered through the ups and downs as a kid, thinking Danny White's middle name was an expletive. Through the highs and lows ups and downs, I have rooted for my Boys. However, lately, I haven't watched many games. Mostly due to my Sundays being pretty busy, but I must admit when I have had the opportunity to tune in, the games have been extremely hard to watch. I find myself yelling at the screen, while my daughter generally looks at me dumbfounded and makes obvious statements like, "Dad, they can't hear you."
In the final two games of the regular season, I found myself getting drawn in, during the final minutes of the fourth quarter. Playoff hopes were still alive if they could only pull off a few last minute heroics. I was especially disappointed in the last game when all our playoff hopes were on the line. Mr. Tony Romo, who is the quarterback didn't play very well under pressure, and I found myself getting frustrated with him, rather than his performance. I had to truly check myself. It is only a game after all.
As I reasoned within myself, "Why am I so frustrated at Tony Romo?", it dawned on me. He was the object of my hope. I hoped he would be the one to lead my beloved team to the playoffs. After he threw his third interception on what I envisioned being the game-winning drive, I screamed and turned back to my laptop, where my friend Ryan and I were having a hack-a-thon. A few days later, I then started to feel bad for Tony. The media blasted him. They made statements, like "This is what Tony Romo does, he plays well when nothing is on the line, but then melts down when the game has any significance." My question was then, "Why should we expect anything more?" I mean if Tony has melted under pressure before, should we expect that much until he proves us wrong? Perhaps it's the big paycheck he gets, that makes fans of the organization feel entitled to championships. I can remember halfway through the season that Eli Manning won his first Superbowl, the critics were calling him a bust, and he turned it around and won the ultimate prize in professional football.
Obviously, this has me thinking long and hard about where and in whom we place our trust. When a person is hopeful, and what they hoped for doesn't come to pass, it unsettles the soul and makes that person feel sorrowful. And humans deal with that sorrow in multiple ways. The proverbs say: "Hope deferred makes the heart sick" (Prov. 13:12). Disappointments are inevitable, but we must stay steadfast in allowing hope to remain intact. So, in order to maintain hope, we must find one who is trustworthy and place our trust in Him.
5 For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence,
for my hope is from him.
6 He only is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress; I shall not be shaken.
7 On God rests my salvation and my glory;
my mighty rock, my refuge is God.
The trustworthy one is Jesus, and if I place my trust in Him, he will never let me down.