Text: Mark 13:24-37
My grandmother, whose laughter I still miss, had a saying when she would find something that had gone missing in her home—which happened often. Upon discovering the lost treasure she would exclaim: “Lord child, if it had been a snake it would have bit me.” It was her way of acknowledging that the thing she had been looking for was actually right under her nose. I was reminded of my grandmother’s words as I thought about the theme, HOPE, for this first Sunday in advent. My instinct was to go looking for hope. I had planned on researching the biblical images and definitions of hope. I thought about looking in books and in the newspapers and on the Internet for stories of hope. I reflected on my own thoughts about what hope means. In a moment of fretting about my sermon, in between preparing for three funerals this holiday week, it hit me. Hope was in my inbox, in a folder called “emails from marriage amendment article.” If it had been a snake it would have bit me. Sometimes what we are looking for is right under our nose if only we open our eyes and look.