I haven’t read the Harry Potter series, but I have read the end. The very end, where they are all grown up and sending their own kiddos off to Hogwarts. My siblings, Harry Potter fanatics, were, and are, furious that I violated the story by skipping to the end. I still have yet to read Harry Potter, but if I ever do it will be because I know the ending. The ending entices me to read the full story. There’s enough surprises along the way, the end doesn’t need to be a surprise too. Rather it is a rock. A strong hold in the face of uncertainty. The uncertainty of the present and the next step ahead.
Knowing the ending makes the good parts that much better, and the bad parts bearable. It gives value and purpose to those things. The things we don’t understand, we can entrust to the end, and serving a purpose in bringing about that end.
That’s what my faith in Jesus Christ is… The end is Him: love, peace, joy, and goodness. Love so great that nothing is impossible: “the wolf will dwell with the lamb, and the leopard will lie down with the young goat, and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little boy will lead them. Also the cow and the bear will graze, their young will lie down together, and the lion will eat straw like the ox. The nursing child will play by the hole of the cobra, and the weaned child will put his hand on the viper’s den” (Isaiah 11:6-8).
The hope of the end, the belief that a good end is inevitable, makes the good parts better and the bad parts bearable, even worth it.