Thursday, January 07, 2010


How on earth did it ever get to be 2010? Was it not just yesterday that we were preparing for 1984, half a day ago that we planned for the world’s end—Y2K style?
Yes, here it is, 2010, the first quarter of the first month almost spent. Here at Hope House, amid the daily routine of counselling and student supervision I am planning ahead for a reflection at a Unitarian church, motivational talks to rural women, lectures to university classes, tours of future hospital unit clerks, hope groups for parents with fetal alcohol spectrum disorder and others with chronic pain, conference presentations for spiritual care workers in Vancouver, mental health workers in Delaware, storytellers in Los Angeles. All these things will be history by the end of July.
Fifteen years ago it was January of 1995. I had no idea that some day I would be a hope specialist. Things I do automatically now were completely beyond the horizon of my imagination. What does this suggest about my ability to foresee or predict the future—for me or for anyone else?
I have often heard Ronna Jevne say, ”When it comes to predicting the future, we simply know too little not to hope.” It’s hard to argue with that.

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