Until He Comes Again

Spe viventes.
Living in hope.

The story does not end with certainty.
It ends with trust.

After sending His followers into the world, Christ does not remove ambiguity from their path. Faith remains something lived between memory and promise, between what has been revealed and what is still awaited. The Christian life unfolds not in full sight, but in hope shaped by what has already been seen.

Fides est sperandarum substantia rerum.
Faith is the substance of things hoped for.
(Hebrews 11:1)

This hope is not escape from the world, nor denial of its wounds. It is the quiet confidence that history is not random, that love has direction, and that meaning is not exhausted by the present moment. Christians live forward, carrying the past without being confined by it.

Scripture speaks of return, but not in terms meant to satisfy curiosity. The promise of Christ’s coming again is given not to fuel fear, but to cultivate faithfulness.

Vigilate, quia nescitis diem neque horam.
Stay awake, for you know neither the day nor the hour.
(Matthew 25:13)

Waiting becomes an active posture. To watch is to remain attentive. To be faithful is to live as though love matters now, not later. The future does not excuse the present. It gives it weight.

The Christian hope is not simply that history will end, but that it will be fulfilled. That justice will be completed. That mercy will not be forgotten. That every fragment of goodness, however small, belongs to something whole.

Novissima autem horum est caritas.
The greatest of these is love.
(1 Corinthians 13:13)

Until that day, the call remains unchanged. To love God. To love neighbor. To walk humbly. To practice forgiveness. To carry light without demanding recognition. The kingdom does not arrive through force, but through fidelity repeated in ordinary lives.

Creation began with a word.
Redemption unfolded through presence.
And fulfillment waits in hope.

The Christian story, from beginning to end, is not a closed system but an open invitation. It asks not only what we believe, but how we live. Not only what we expect, but who we become while waiting.

Until He comes again, faith remains unfinished.
And that is not a weakness.
It is the space where love continues to grow.

The story rests here, not because it is complete,
but because it is now entrusted.

To you.