Value for Sunday of Week 13 in the season of Sowing

Hoping

From the bleak mid-winter of our souls, we emerge into hope. When we hope, we look to the future, as we wish it to be.

  • It’s utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death. I see the world being slowly transformed into a wilderness, I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquility will return once more. In the meantime, I must hold on to my ideals. Perhaps the day will come when I’ll be able to realize them! [Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl., July 15, 1944]
  • Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope? . . . It’s the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs; the hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores; the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a millworker’s son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too. The audacity of hope! [Barack Obama, July 27, 2004.]
  • Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness. [attributed to Desmond Tutu]
  • We must accept our unwanted and unfortunate circumstance and yet cling to a radiant hope. The answer lies in developing the capacity to accept the finite disappointment and yet cling to the infinite hope. [Martin Luther King, Jr.]
  • Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. [attributed to Albert Einstein]

Hope expresses a desire. It is defined in several ways. 

Unlike Faith, hope is not an action, though many people see it as a factor that predisposes people to act. “Unlike optimism, which is simply the expectation of a better future, hope is action-oriented and a skill that can be learned.” “Hope is not only an attitude that has cognitive components—it is responsive to facts about the possibility and likelihood of future events. It also has a conative component—hopes are different from mere expectations insofar as they reflect and draw upon our desires.

In Chingall’s focus theory of hope, an element of hope “is a disposition to focus on the desired outcome in a certain way.” In this framework, hope is an attitude, not merely a desire, which implies that the hopeful person is poised to act. When people process and express hope that way, it is a catalyst for growth and change.

For individuals, hope yields many mental health and other life benefits.

Hope conveys societal benefits too. In a review of pertinent scholarly literature: “Hope was positively related to variables such as social support seeking, altruism, community and social participation, and acting in favor of helping others.” “Hope may be the antidote to today’s chaotic world.” “Perceptions of a Changing World Induce Hope and Promote Peace in Intractable Conflicts”.

Hope can be trained, taught, and learned. There are many pathways by which people can learn hope.

People need hope, especially when our situation seems impossible. We are challenged to maintain our connection to reality as we strive to expand what that reality might be, and elevate it.

Real

True Narratives

Technical and Analytical Readings

From the dark side:

Photographs

Documentary and Educational Films

Imaginary

Fictional Narratives

Cosette may never see Marius again. Nevertheless:

Cosette had slept only a few hours, but soundly. She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white. Some one, who was Marius, had appeared to her in the light. She awoke with the sun in her eyes, which, at first, produced on her the effect of being a continuation of her dream. Her first thought on emerging from this dream was a smiling one. Cosette felt herself thoroughly reassured. Like Jean Valjean, she had, a few hours previously, passed through that reaction of the soul which absolutely will not hear of unhappiness. She began to cherish hope, with all her might, without knowing why. Then she felt a pang at her heart. It was three days since she had seen Marius. But she said to herself that he must have received her letter, that he knew where she was, and that he was so clever that he would find means of reaching her.--And that certainly to-day, and perhaps that very morning.--It was broad daylight, but the rays of light were very horizontal; she thought that it was very early, but that she must rise, nevertheless, in order to receive Marius. She felt that she could not live without Marius, and that, consequently, that was sufficient and that Marius would come. No objection was valid. All this was certain. It was monstrous enough already to have suffered for three days. Marius absent three days, this was horrible on the part of the good God. Now, this cruel teasing from on high had been gone through with. Marius was about to arrive, and he would bring good news. Youth is made thus; it quickly dries its eyes; it finds sorrow useless and does not accept it. Youth is the smile of the future in the presence of an unknown quantity, which is itself. It is natural to it to be happy. It seems as though its respiration were made of hope. [Victor Hugo, Les Miserables (1862), Volume V – Jean Valjean; Book First – The War Between Four Walls, Chapter X, “Dawn”.]

In this fairy tale, a girl’s companion - a boy named Kay - has disappeared.

. . . what became of little Gerda when Kay did not return? Where could he be? Nobody knew; nobody could give any intelligence. All the boys knew was, that they had seen him tie his sledge to another large and splendid one, which drove down the street and out of the town. Nobody knew where he was; many sad tears were shed, and little Gerda wept long and bitterly; at last she said he must be dead; that he had been drowned in the river which flowed close to the town. Oh! those were very long and dismal winter evenings!  At last spring came, with its warm sunshine.  “Kay is dead and gone!” said little Gerda.  “That I don't believe,” said the Sunshine.  “Kay is dead and gone!” said she to the Swallows.  “That I don't believe,” said they: and at last little Gerda did not think so any longer either.  “I'll put on my red shoes,” said she, one morning; “Kay has never seen them, and then I'll go down to the river and ask there.” [Hans Christian Andersen, “The Snow Queen” (1844).]

Other novels:

Sixteen-year-old girls with cancer are the heroines” in these two novels for young adults:

From the dark side:

Since she had been there, she had neither waked nor slept. In that misfortune, in that cell, she could no longer distinguish her waking hours from slumber, dreams from reality, any more than day from night. All this was mixed, broken, floating, disseminated confusedly in her thought. She no longer felt, she no longer knew, she no longer thought; at the most, she only dreamed. Never had a living creature been thrust more deeply into nothingness. Thus benumbed, frozen, petrified, she had barely noticed on two or three occasions, the sound of a trapdoor opening somewhere above her, without even permitting the passage of a little light, and through which a hand had tossed her a bit of black bread. Nevertheless, this periodical visit of the jailer was the sole communication which was left her with mankind. A single thing still mechanically occupied her ear; above her head, the dampness was filtering through the mouldy stones of the vault, and a drop of water dropped from them at regular intervals. She listened stupidly to the noise made by this drop of water as it fell into the pool beside her. This drop of water falling from time to time into that pool, was the only movement which still went on around her, the only clock which marked the time, the only noise which reached her of all the noise made on the surface of the earth. To tell the whole, however, she also felt, from time to time, in that cesspool of mire and darkness, something cold passing over her foot or her arm, and she shuddered. [Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris, or, The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1831), Volume II, Book Eighth, Chapter IV, “Lasciate Ogni Speranza – Leave All Hope Behind, Ye Who Enter Here”.]

Valjean is taking Cosette far away. This scene presents Marius’ despair, the opposite of hope:

The voice which had summoned Marius through the twilight to the barricade of the Rue de la Chanvrerie, had produced on him the effect of the voice of destiny. He wished to die; the opportunity presented itself; he knocked at the door of the tomb, a hand in the darkness offered him the key. These melancholy openings which take place in the gloom before despair, are tempting. Marius thrust aside the bar which had so often allowed him to pass, emerged from the garden, and said: "I will go." [Victor Hugo, Les Miserables (1862), Volume IV – Saint-Denis; Book Thirteenth – Marius Enters the Shadow, Chapter I, “From the Rue Plumet to the Quartier Saint-Denis”.]

Other novels, from the dark side:

Poetry

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

[Emily Dickinson, “’Hope’ Is the Thing With Feathers”]

Other poems:

Music: Composers, artists, and major works

Ralph Vaughan Williams, The Lark Ascending (1914) (approx. 15-17’) (list of recorded performances) is “based on a lovely British poem from the 1880s that describes an English skylark in flight. Top performances feature Hugh Bean, Iona Brown, Nigel Kennedy, Hilary Hahn, Tasmin Little, Jennifer Pike, and Johan Dalene.

English choral music in the Romantic and into the Modern era is characteristically affirmational, yet serious in tone. “One of the reasons choral culture was so prevalent in Great Britain at the beginning of the 20th century was because by the second half of the 19th century encouraging singing had become a kind of paternalistic moral philanthropy. Musical leaders, such as John Curwen, promoted music by teaching singing to the working and middle classes as a leisure-time activity that was deemed ‘distracting’ (in the best sense of the word), ‘healthy’, and ‘rational’. Group choral singing was thought to create strong social bonds, and undergoing such pursuits, the singer would not have time (or as much time) to engage in other, more problematic behaviours, like drinking, smoking or gambling.” It was a way of giving people hope. Among the greatest composers in this genre are:

Other compositions:

Albums:

From the dark side:

Béla Bartók composed six anxiety-ridden string quartets (top recorded performances) (list of recorded performances):

Other works on the dark side:

Music: songs and other short pieces

From the dark side:

Visual Arts

Film and Stage

On the shadow side:

This Is Our Story

A religion of values and Ethics, driven by love and compassion, informed by science and reason.

PART ONE: OUR STORY

First ingredient: Distinctions. What is the core and essence of being human? What is contentment, or kindliness, or Love? What is gentleness, or service, or enthusiasm, or courage? If you follow the links, you see at a glance what these concepts mean.

PART TWO: ANALYSIS

This site would be incomplete without an analytical framework. After you have digested a few of the examples, feel free to explore the ideas behind the model. I would be remiss if I did not give credit to my inspiration for this work: the Human Faith Project of Calvin Chatlos, M.D. His demonstration of a model for Human Faith began my exploration of this subject matter.

A RELIGION OF VALUES

A baby first begins to learn about the world by experiencing it. A room may be warm or cool. The baby learns that distinction. As a toddler, the child may strike her head with a rag doll, and see that it is soft; then strike her head with a wooden block, and see that it is hard. Love is a distinction: she loves me, or she doesn’t love me. This is true of every human value:

justice, humility, wisdom, courage . . . every single one of them.

This site is dedicated to exploring those distinctions. It is based on a model of values that you can read about on the “About” page. However, the best way to learn about what is in here is the same as the baby’s way of learning about the world: open the pages, and see what happens.

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Octavio Ocampo, Forever Always

Jacek Yerka, House over the Waterfall

Norman Rockwell, Carefree Days Ahead

WHAT YOU WILL SEE HERE

When you open tiostest.wpengine.com, you will see a human value identified at the top of the page. The value changes daily. These values are designed to follow the seasons of the year.

You will also see an overview of the value, or subject for the day, and then two columns of materials.

The left-side column presents true narratives, which include biographies, memoirs, histories, documentary films and the like; and also technical and analytical writings.

The right-side columns presents the work of the human imagination: fictional novels and stories, music, visual art, poetry and fictional film.

Each entry is presented to help identify the value. Open some of the links and experience our human story, again. It belongs to us all, and each of us is a part of it.

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