Joseph was acutely aware of his sins and need of a Savior. He understood and believed that by shedding His blood on the cross, Jesus took the punishment he deserved. Despite his youth and insecurities, my son’s deepest awareness was that Jesus Christ loved him deeply and that he had done nothing to earn or deserve it. Joseph had hope.
A couple of months before his death Joseph and a few buddies attended a Bible Study to learn how to share their faith effectively. The class ended the Wednesday before Joseph’s Saturday fatal car crash. The study asked its students to consider one question they have for the world. Joseph’s question: (and the very last words he penned) “Do you have hope?”
After we buried our son my husband, an artist, found healing by throwing himself into his art. “Hope” was the first painting he completed after our son’s life ended on that narrow country road.It hung in Joseph’s room for years to serve as a reminder that Joseph is indeed alive and that those of us in Christ Jesus always, always have hope.
Note the angels in the corner. The archangel is holding the legions back. The Holy God who hates sin could have spared His Son’s Life, but He didn’t. He unleashed His wrath on His Son to spare us that awful fate. Oh, how He loves us!
The image of Joseph – alive and well – is the exact image my husband sees in his dreams. Joseph is alive and well because of the immeasurable love of Jesus.
God forsook His Son so that He might never forsake us. He assures us, “I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5) What a promise!
Friends, on behalf of Joseph may I just reach across here, hug you long, tell you that I love you and ask, Do you have hope?