Now, you know how I’m stuck on this thing called Hope. I just can’t get away from “it.” And, I am so very glad Hope chases me and courts me and loves me with an everlasting love.
I wrote about Jesus (any surprise there?) as He poured His tangible Hope over the folks in Gennesaret. Not to worry, you don’t even need to know where that is or if I spelled it correctly, just click right here and read the rest of the story at the Cafe!