Books are one of my great joys in life. I still prefer to touch and smell the paper, hold it in my hand, and slowly watch my progression as I turn one page at a time. A bookmark can be personal for me. It can say something about myself or the person who gave it to me. If I receive one as a gift, I am reminded of that special person continually as I move it from page to page, then book to book.
FRONT: igbok. it’s gonna be o.k.
BACK: The universal language of hope.
When a child skins a knee or gets their feelings hurt; when the medical tests aren’t good; when fear rolls in like a storm and anxiety hovers like a fog; when dreams die and hope seems to evaporate; when life isn’t going the way we hoped it would — aren’t these the words we long to hear — and believe?
What if God — the creator, sustainer and redeemer of creation — made this promise? What if He shouted and whispered “igbok” from Genesis to Revelation? He’s the only one who could make this promise — and keep it. If He did, then we have reason to hope.
We think He did.
God’s “o.k.” doesn’t mean that the cancer will be healed, the relationship fully restored, the physical pain or emotional ache will go away in this life. It means that because He has entered and overcome our brokenness…we can live this life with real hope — a hope that knows one day everything will be set right forever in the life to come.