So I did a thing at the end of April, friends.
I gave a talk about hope. Turns out "hope is my thing." (More on that in a future blog post.)
I didn't talk about fluffy, lightweight, inconsequential, flaccid hope - that begins and ends at "wish-casting."
I talked about muscular, hard-won, long-standing hope. The kind that gets the wind knocked out of it, but gets up and keeps walking. The kind that looks and feels foolish, but proves itself sound and strong.
I could write more about the talk. Or you can just watch the talk.
I hope you'll watch the talk. I hope you'll let me know what you think.
Grab some popcorn, something to sip, and perhaps a few tissues.
Here you have it - "Nevertheless, HOPE."
I am profoundly grateful to Knox Presbyterian Church in Cincinnati, Ohio, for inviting me to give the talk. What a wonderfully generous and hospitable group of folks there. If you live in that area, I highly recommend that you go check them out.
