Star light, Star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight.
This little ditty is believed to be of late 19th century American origin. However, the superstition of hoping for wishes granted when seeing a shooting star or falling star may date back to the ancient world.
The words allude to the fantasy that, if you wish upon a star, your wish will surely come true. In fact, in Walt Disney’s “Pinocchio,” Jiminy Cricket says so.
“When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you.”
Now, we know, in our rational moments, this is fantasy. Even the words, “I wish I may, I wish I might—express a growing sense of doubt and pathos. Still, many of us spend half our life wishing for something more or something better or something not quite so bad.
My little sister used to sit on the end of her cotton sack between two rows of cotton, in the scorching Arizona heat, and wish the wind would blow. Most often, it did not.
Every Tuesday my mailbox is filled with myriads of thin, anemic catalogs that quickly find their way into the garbage, for I remember the real catalogs the postman used to leave at our front door—thick, heavy tomes filled with treasures from Montgomery Ward, J.C. Penney, and Sears & Roebuck. They came in the spring and in the fall, and at Christmas time. That was the glorious one.
With catalog before me, I lay, for hours, on my belly in the floor leafing through these beautiful, colorful treasure troves.
There was something for everyone—clothing, shoes, furniture, appliances, fabric, kitchen wares, tools, and one cannot forget the toys. No one was left out.
Is it any wonder these catalogs became known as “Wish books?
Christmas catalogs were the most anticipated. They came with shiny covers and bright colors. I could spend hours dreaming my way through those pages. There was every kind of gift and goody—chocolate and hard candies—toys, decorations, and special Christmas clothing.
I was aware, as I looked and dreamed, that I was never going to have all those heart fluttering things, but—still I wished. I knew on Christmas morning there would be something, for My Mama also looked at the catalog, and she listened to my dreams. So there was HOPE!
HOPE! I love that word.
“Wish” and “Hope” are words often used in our vocabulary, but they couldn’t be further apart in meaning.
“Wish” is a sad little word often accompanied with a sigh. It means to want or desire something unattainable. “Wish I hadn’t said that.” “Wish I could do it over.” “Wish I hadn’t eaten so much.” “Wish I could win the lottery,” etc. Still, wishing on nine billion stars will not bring it to pass.
Now, “Hope” is a hopeful word. There’s no better way to say it. “Hope” explains itself. It means to cherish a desire with expectation of fulfillment, or long for with expectation of obtainment.
“Hope” may also refer to someone or something on which hopes are centered.
In Psalm 71:5, David said, “…You are my hope, O Lord, God.”
The Apostle Paul told his readers, in Romans 5:3-5, “…we glory in tribulation because it produces…hope. Now hope does not disappoint because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts…”
If you are hoping in Christ, if He is your hope, no matter how difficult life becomes, hope doesn’t disappear, it does not disappoint because He is still there. He has promised never to leave you, and he won’t.
In this life, we don’t always obtain all the things we hope for. Life may not be turning out exactly the way you pictured it. However, you and I, as followers of Christ, have a secret. We know that this earthly life is just the beginning. For there is life after this world, as we know it, has ceased to be. That is our HOPE! We know this hope will be fulfilled because God’s word gives us that assurance. Our hope will not disappoint us.
Titus tells us, in 2:3, that he himself is, “Looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ.”
HE IS OUR HOPE!
REMEMBER, THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW!