It can be easy to be a fatalist. To imagine that the world follows a pre-determined plan from which there is no escape. It’s easy to look at the world and see it as one calamity after another; ruin upon ruin, a constant cycle of the powerful chewing up and destroying the weak, as a never-ending cycle of violence in which force of arms and campaigns of death will forever be used to resolve our conflicts—and plant the seeds for the next one. But we serve a God of surprise endings. And in that is tremendous hope. For we know that the story is still being written. The ending is not set. There is always room for a surprise ending. There is always room for hope.