I recently finished reading Barbara Kingsolver\u2019s new novel, Unsheltered<\/em>. One of the first full-length, fictional treatments of what it\u2019s been like to live in the cognitive and social dissonance that has accompanied the rise and presidency of Donald Trump, it is not one of my favorites of her many novels (The Poisonwood Bible<\/em> remains my favorite). Unsheltered <\/em>is populated with characters who are less than fully fleshed out, who seem to be collections of various talking-points rather than real people, and whose conversation sounds more like an MSNBC or Fox \u201croundtable\u201d discussion than anything we might hear normal human beings conversing about. Every stereotype is represented from all parts of the political spectrum\u2014each reader will find herself or himself in one or more of the characters. My guess is that Kingsolver wrote the novel in anger and frustration\u2014something that many of us can relate to these days.<\/p>\n In one of those odd synchronicities that I long ago stopped trying to explain and started just accepting, my friend Mitch, who is the priest-in-charge at the Episcopal church I attend, happened to mention Barbara Kingsolver in his homily last Sunday, just a couple of days after I finished Unsheltered<\/em>. But Mitch wasn\u2019t referencing the novel\u2014he hasn\u2019t read it. He ended his sermon with some thoughts and a brief passage from \u201cSmall Wonder,\u201d the first essay in a collection of Kingsolver essays of the same title that was published over a decade and a half ago, just a few months after 9\/11. I read the collection many years ago and had entirely forgotten about it. Mitch\u2019s mention of it reminded me that I have often thought that Kingsolver is a better essayist than novelist. \u201cWorth taking another look,\u201d I thought, as I pulled Small Wonder<\/em> off the shelf when I returned home from church.<\/p>\n The next morning as I labored on the stationary bike at the gym, I read the opening essay that Mitch had quoted from the day before. The real theme of the essay is \u201cnow what?\u201d It\u2019s a question that\u2019s been on the minds of many over the past couple of years, but in Kingsolver\u2019s 2002 essay, the question is asked in the context of 9\/11 and of America\u2019s subsequent invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan. Kingsolver writes:<\/p>\n The closest my heart has come to breaking lately was on the day my little girl arrived home from school and ran to me, her face tense with expectation, asking, \u201cAre they still having that war in Afghanistan?\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n As if the world were such a place that in one afternoon, while kindergartners were working hard to master the letter L<\/em>, it would decide to lay down its arms. I tried to keep the tears out of my eyes. I told her I was sorry, yes, they were still having the war.<\/strong><\/p>\n She said, \u201cIf people are just going to keep doing that, I wish I\u2019d never been born.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I can imagine a young child these days, returning from an \u201cactive shooter\u201d drill at her kindergarten, saying the same thing. A person I love once said \u201cLife is overrated,\u201d and meant it. There are times when that doesn\u2019t seem like an overstatement.<\/p>\n And yet somehow, we plow on. As Kingsolver writes, \u201cWe bang and bang on the door of hope, and don\u2019t anyone dare suggest there\u2019s nobody home.\u201d Human beings are incapable of living without hope. If there isn\u2019t any to be found, we manufacture it. We choose to interpret what happens and doesn\u2019t happen in ways that point toward a glimmer of something better and worth searching for. And sometimes we describe the process in words that include the divine.<\/p>\n God is in the details, the completely unnecessary miracles sometimes tossed up as stars to guide us. They are the promise of good fortune in a cloudless day, and the animals in clouds; look hard enough, and you\u2019ll see them. Don\u2019t ask if they\u2019re real.<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019ve written more than once, including last month, about the power of hope by using a text from an unlikely source in the Hebrew scriptures. In \u201cLamentations,\u201d one of the darkest of all texts in all of scripture, we find this:<\/p>\n I will call this to mind, as my reason to hope:<\/strong><\/p>\n The favors of the Lord are not exhausted, his mercies are not spent;<\/strong><\/p>\n They are renewed each morning, so great is his faithfulness.<\/strong><\/p>\n My portion is the Lord, therefore will I hope in him.<\/strong><\/p>\n I\u2019m glad we are in the middle of Advent, the season of hope in the Christian liturgical calendar. Its timing seems particularly appropriate this year. The gospel stories during Advent are set in a very bleak context. Roman occupation, crushing poverty, unanswered prayers, and unrealized hopes. And in the middle of that, something completely unforeseen.<\/p>\n Advent\u2019s strongest image is pregnancy. Elizabeth\u2019s . . . Mary\u2019s . . . so unexpected, so miraculous. A distant, long-promised hope is about to literally be fleshed out. As we turn our attention away from our obsession with the mess of our daily lives and the human condition toward distant promise, we choose to believe that when the divine takes on our human suffering and pain, we in turn take on divinity itself. \u00a0The choice to look outward in expectation is within our power, as described in today\u2019s first lectionary reading from\u00a0Baruch<\/em>:<\/p>\n Take off the garment of your sorrow and affliction, and put on forever the beauty of the glory from God.\u00a0Put on the robe of the righteousness that comes from God; put on your head the diadem of the glory of the Everlasting; for God will show your splendor everywhere under heaven. For God will give you evermore the name, \u201cRighteous Peace, Godly Glory.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n The phrase \u201cIt\u2019s always darkest just before the dawn\u201d is usually little more than a platitude, but in this case, it makes sense. We have reason to hope, because help is on the way. 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