Originally published at Ignatian Spirituality
Hope, writes Emily Dickinson, “is the thing with feathers – / That perches in the soul,” by which, I take her to mean, hope is ever-ready to take wing, quite apart from the machinations of our calculating minds. It is good to hold this image, particularly in times when news reports crash upon us rather too heavily. Fractures among our electorates; wars between neighbors; violence and neglect on our streets, in our schools, and even within our own hearts: the regular drumbeat of reality can overwhelm us. We need the thing with feathers to surprise us.
Hope, of course, is very different from optimism. Rabbi Jonathan Sacks distinguishes them this way: “Optimism is the belief that the world is changing for the better; hope is the belief that, together, we can make the world better” (To Heal a Fractured World: The Ethics of Responsibility). He is right. Optimism calculates; hope believes. For Thomas Aquinas, who articulated the classic definition of hope as one of the three theological virtues (along with faith and love, following St. Paul in 1 Corinthians 13:13), hope points to a future good, “difficult but possible to attain.” And when we ask God for help, the hope
