no, hope | the hopes sessions 7

27 04 2016

No hope. Scrawled across the floor at the skate park. Not your average graffiti. I don’t know what it means to the person who wrote it. Or those who ride over it. Maybe it’s a deep statement of existential angst. Maybe someone just kept falling over. Maybe it’s the name of a band.

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It spoke to me. Because it is just, there. Slipping it’s message into the minds of those who see it. Pulling down. Sucking out the colour in life.

We are hope people. We might be hope people by hanging out with kids at the skate park. We might be hope people by playing football and trying to model a different way. We might be hope people by standing on no hope and praying. We might be hope people by trying to bring hope with our words and our actions and not just our thoughts.

We must be hope people. The message of no hope is insidious, taking root like bindweed, tearing apart identity and character and repeating itself across generations.

The message of hope puts the colour into the monochrome, breathes life, brings a smile each time you skate over the old graffiti. No hope? No, hope.

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4 responses

28 04 2016
Fireflyby

Dare you to spray a big K and W on either end of the ‘no’ (respectively)

firefly x

28 04 2016
Kevin

What an excellent idea!

29 04 2016
Fireflyby

Well… I wouldn’t want to blow my own trumpet but…. well….

20 05 2016
know hope | the hopes sessions #10 | the blog of kevin

[…] funny what you end up doing when you pray. after the no, hope post a lady from our church painted ‘hope’ on small stones and left them around the […]

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