Thoughts on hope, etc.

I have been here over a month now. You see a lot. Maybe, I have trouble with it because it is new and fresh to me—this poverty and suffering. This probably has something to do with my confusion. At first, you observe, and then you let the images sink in. You think, wow, this place is actually real. But, the continual repetition of this process is difficult for me, time and again. At times I feel I am becoming jaded to it. Then, at other times I am not. And then, it can be plain overwhelming.

It is easy to become discouraged. The violence, the poverty, the illness, and instability—it’s extensive and it doesn't let up. It's an eye opener, and then you walk away from it and reflect. But the next day, the eye opener repeats. It stays and repeats everyday. You see it again, and then again, and again after that. You hear another heart wrenching story, more pain, more struggle. It wears on you after a while. And, I’ve only been here for a month. And, I have only been exposed to a small piece of a much larger problem. Welcome to Haiti I guess!

So, I’m left with the question of what to do? What will help with the continual breaking of my morale? How can I find comfort in the midst of it all? I stumbled across a reference to hope in a book I was reading. The book is primarily based on skepticism and the unpredictability of life—very secular in nature. So, I was surprised when I found this reference to hope. The ideas of skepticism, hope, and the philosophies of knowledge…this was a very interesting combination to me. The book was presenting hope as a last resort to your efforts. With the toils and trials of life, there are no guarantees, no clear explanations, and no glaring clarities in front you; but we should remain in hope nevertheless. He was basically implying that we have no idea where life leads, but we need to hope that we find what we seek. I will extrapolate on this idea of hope, but knowingly so, and with a bit different perspective.

I have visited the hospital several times since my last post. The last time I was there a few days ago, was particularly trying for me. We met with several men, including the one I talked about in my previous post. He said he had been thinking and praying about us (yes, he was praying for us, needless to say I felt like an ant). When asked what he would do if he were healed and could regain life, he said he would go to school and figure out how to help the other people on the streets who had no one to help them. One of the men we met couldn’t even talk. He only began to cry as we sat and prayed with him. He was middle-aged, clearly distraught, in pain, and my heart broke with compassion as I sat with him. The others were just as sick it seemed, but in better spirits. All talked of prayer and the hope for healing. Of course there is no guarantee of this healing. In fact, the odds are probably stacked heavily against it. So what hope is there for them? After all, they may not get the chance for a lifetime for seeking, a lifetime of hope…they may lose this.

It’s tough to seek clarity in this question without spiritual consideration, at least for me. Some things are just too difficult to understand without the consideration of Faith; the consideration of a God. Philosophy seems to treat this question on a spectrum:  between no God and everything is God. Probably a testament to how inept we are to answer this question of God vs. no God. I have to imagine this is for reason. What would faith be if humans readily knew the answer? For me I have to believe there is a God. I’ll side with the philosophical pursuits of the non-atheist crowd. Though, the assumptions of an atheist are nearly as extraordinary as the assumptions of a theist. To me, it seems both sides of the discussion are opposites of the same value—the value being the nature of the belief (yes, I make the claim that atheism is a belief). And, the similarities and differences resemble that of the similarities and differences between [1] & [-1]—the same in value, yet polar opposites.

I guess you have to believe in God to go any further in this with me. Otherwise, you have to inform these sickly men that there is no hope. Their fervent prayers, and dying wishes were dead before they muttered them. Their suffering is in vain, and they grabbed the short end of the stick—the really short end. And, too bad for them because there’s no gold at the end of the rainbow either; there never has been, and Faith is just as silly. And, by the way this would have to go for every person in the world, you included; we would all lack as much purpose. It’s too much for me to fathom.

So, back to the question of hope (God’s existence assumed from here on out). I guess the hope is our eventuality—what remains after death. If you truly believe in it, then what we do with life means everything. Life becomes the deterministic time for our eventuality. It’s incredibly easy to forget. I have spent a decent portion of my life forgetting it (a safe estimate would be 97-98%). But, the hope (I reason) for folks who are especially lacking in life’s temporary joys is the secondary portion of our nature—that portion being our eternity. I know, I know, I just made a leap from belief in God to belief in the afterlife. Sue me. It would be too difficult to accept God, and deny belief in an afterlife.

Assuming eternal afterlife, the hope remains then, at least for me, that there is safely secured a place in eternity for these men. Although this life brought nothing but pain for these men, they have answered with nothing but Faith and Love. I don’t know how many times I have complacently listened to Corinthians 13:13, without learning anything, especially about Hope. I have an innate ability to listen without hearing or thinking. By definition, Hope is the desire for something with the expectation of its fulfillment. I think these men even as they suffer, master the art of Hope: maintaining over time their Faith and Love, fully remaining hopeful, in the most difficult of circumstances. I think there is more in the nature of Hope than I ever cared to imagine. I think it’s a more difficult and special virtue because it deals with time—with the waiting. It deserves our attention. Even for a philosophical skeptic, hope offered comfort through the unending questions that come with such a philosophy. Sure the idea of Faith and Love seem to take front and center, but it is this Hope that seems to translate them onto a timeline, onto the every day, and beat the timeline when it runs out.

I remember having a discussion with someone once, about how difficult life is. Very plainly it was told to me that life is like a continuous wave up and down, and eventually we meet our end. No matter how far down or up you go, you meet the same end. Though it can be difficult it is necessary to remember the end and the nature of the end. It is less important all the details in riding the wave and more important in knowing what end you are prepared for. I didn’t like the thought at the time. It was being explained to me as method for attaining happiness. And to be honest I think it can be misleading in that it negates the importance of our decisions during the details of life. But, in thinking more and more about it, I have found a lot of truth in it too. As difficult as it is in seeing the pain and suffering every day, it brings comfort to know that we all have the same end, no matter what our position. And, though some get a bad ride, they still have the same end, and the same benefits of that end. This is the Hope.

The same author I referenced earlier later in his book refers to human happiness, and our inability to perceive for ourselves what makes us happy. We more often overestimate the positive effects of both good and bad events. We often see happy events for more than they are, and bad events for less than they are. There are many examples of this. How many have been on a vacation long “needed” only to feel none of the “relief” that was anticipated in the vacation? Or, how many have turned their minds over and over again, asking why following a bad event, only to later discover the invaluable lessons blessings you couldn’t see at the time. The connection here being, the Hope for these men runs the danger of being underestimated, overshadowed by the sorrow and intense difficulty contained in it. It’s difficult to see, but if you truly believe in God, what He is, and eternity; logically, I think this holds.

I talk about this as if it’s obvious or easy. It’s not. It has taken me a solid week to put these few thoughts to paper. These thoughts have not come to me by my own cognition, rather they have been prompted by the small amount of suffering I have seen. And, even then this is easy to forget in the grinding minutia of life. I myself typically spend 97-98% of my time forgetting it still, even here. The reality is that we have to live every day in confusion, with the day-to-day, from now until our end. We have to decide what to do with every day because a lot of us aren’t dying. We have to mind the details, and mind the details* in a way that will hopefully serve our own end. I can only hope to achieve half the grace that some of these people have.

It pulls another question to my mind. I can try to be OK in seeing the suffering and the dying; knowing it is temporary, knowing there is Hope, because of what I believe. But, the opposite question of what to do with life when you have it, not when you’re losing it, seems to me, to have significant challenge in it as well…This seems like a selfish and terrible thought to compare the difficulty of losing life, which I can’t begin to understand, with the challenge of having life. Please don't shoot me for this. Rather, bear with me here and if possible, empathize. I am almost done.

Maybe the question isn’t so bad, and maybe it could be a decent pursuit? Maybe there is something tangible to learn in comparing loss of life and possession of life? Maybe there is something to learn about how I treat and understand my own life, my own trials, and my own details? In realizing and coming to terms with the temporary nature of life, the fragility of it, the ending of it…maybe there is more to learn, and it isn’t so terrible a thought after all? What does my lack of understanding make my having of life so trying for me? Maybe the thought of death can help with thoughts on life? Is it possible I too easily forget my eventual Hope, and in-turn my life is made more difficult by my misunderstandings? Or maybe I have taken this train of thought way, way too far?

OK I’m done. It's exhausting to think about, and my philosophical abilities are slim to none. Obviously this is a huge topic, and I have only touched it briefly, but I think I will stop before I either put my foot in my mouth or get a headache.....

*Details is a very general term, but I meant it to cover decisions in life from the very simple coffee or tea type questions to the larger should I change careers type questions. These are the questions that matter to us in the interim, between birth and death.