Hulga Hopewell was an atheist. At thirty she held a PhD in philosophy, lived with her relentlessly shallow mother, and sported a wooden leg. A hunting accident had claimed her real leg from the knee down two decades earlier.
|Edward Hopper’s “Automat”|
As she put it, “I’m one of those people who see through things to nothing.”
Hulga Hopewell was true to her family name. She hoped well, according to her own nihilistic creed, by refusing to fall for hope.
Believing in Jesus means to stake your life on his love for you. To devote your life to the world he says he’s making. To die to self in order to rise to a radically new kind of life that we cannot know fully until our earthly life is no more.
|Christopher Wood’s “The Fisherman’s Farewell”|