In the past few months I have been living in a barren wasteland, feeling alone, enveloped in darkness. I can only imagine how Jesus felt, living in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights. For me, there was no light. I wanted to give up and say, "forget this." However, I knew I could only make two decisions give up, or have hope.
It is not easy to hope. In fact, some might consider it dangerous. Hope dares me to dream in spite of my own powerlessness the agony of being unable to escape my own current[…]
