Mystical hope, though an utterly esoteric philosophy or form of spirituality that I had not considered until last year, is exactly what I am seeking. Not the hope-filled platitudes. Those are not working for me or satisfying a deeper longing for more—more hope, more yeses, more assurance, more of the Holy Spirit.
I have come to believe that hope is not tied to outcome. It is a bold statement to opine that hope is not somehow a cause-and-effect way of thinking. Why should one hope if there is no measurable outcome or reward for hoping? Mystical hope breaks rank with a future outcome. Mystical hope beckons me to stay present.
Cynthia Bourgeault states, “When we are rushing ahead into the future or shrinking back into the past, we miss the hand of God, which can only touch us in the now.” She is on to something.
Hope feels like a threshold or thin place for me. In her book Braving the Thin Places, Julianne Stantz describes the thin place as the “wild, messy places where God is at work.” The wild and the messy are the here and now places.
Evidence of hope dwelling in the chaos is not novel—but it feels entirely so.