Yesterday I wrote about Michael McLean's Forgotten Carols. Each song is a testimony to the Savior. Each song is a testimony to hope.
Too frequently we (the world) misunderstand the concept of hope. We say, "I hope to be a better person." Or, "I have hope that the world can be kinder in the new year." Or some such thing.
It's fine to hope for these things. But real hope, true hope, lies in the Savior. For, without Him, hope is as futile as my trying to change myself. I am powerless to do that. I am powerless in even wanting to do that if I insist upon doing it on my own.
This I know for sure: real hope comes when we forsake our arrogance and accept our own powerlessness. Real hope will always lie in the Savior.