Let Me feel Hope - Please?

Too many, too long have lived at hell's doors. Visiting the vestibule of hell is surely a metaphor to living without hope. For, hell holds no hope.
Too many, too long have lived at hell's doors. Visiting the vestibule of hell is surely a metaphor to living without hope. For, hell holds no hope.
It is not strange, we all know those tedious talkers who speak too much; those who must be heard.
In an unusual coalescing across oceans, nations and time's corridors the Bible has united strong minded leaders. There are few peers to the accomplishments of these statesmen.
God has made countless promises, He tells no lies. As in all our dealings with the good Lord, these are apprehended by faith.
Believers travel an unfamiliar path. They move as journeymen, competent but not masters in the ways of holiness. This path is trodden by gentle and steadfast people.
A highway winds through life's valleys, climbs the ridges and paradoxically reaches to the sky. It is both pot-holed from unimaginable weather, and then sealed again by heaven itself.
Saint Ignatius of Loyola formed the religious society commonly called The JesuitsĀ (The Society of Jesus).
The human soul wears down as the sole of a shoe. Constant friction destroys both. When the sun of sadness scorches and the heart to love withers. . .
A desire is no more a thirst than a rock-slide is an earthquake. Desire knocks on doors, but thirst kicks them down. Thirsts both occupy and demand attention.
Even more diligently than the prince of the air roams the earth seeking targets (Job 1:7), is the diligence that Christians must guard their lives.