OK, so that's not really the news, today, but I bet I am not the only one to have had that thought when I woke up and heard that Andy Murray has won his semi final in the American Open. It is funny how fond we are of Wimbledon despite the fact that it only seems to show how rubbish we are as a sporting, or at least a tennis, nation each year... ... but we live in hope, don't we? It's just that this kind of hope is very different from the Christian sort. The bible talks a lot about hope, but I worry that we get confused. To hope that a brit will win Wimbledon is a wish, a desperate longing. To hope that Christ will return, that he will bring in his kingdom of peace and joy, that all will be right as God intended; that is a 'hope that is steadfast and certain', it is a certain hope, it is a knowledge of that which is as yet unseen. It is hope that brings life and peace, and even more joy than if Andy Murray goes on to win the final.