Ever since the women at the tomb learned that Jesus was “going ahead,” we’ve been trying to catch up.
Hope holds us in our time. Without it, we have no place in our own history.
This provocative book portrays hope as a virtue, a moral orientation that can be cultivated actively, a matter of will.
There’s something very refreshing about being able to laugh. It disarms the situation and takes away the power from the critic. It reminds me not to take myself so seriously. It gives me perspective on the situation. It helps me not to hate myself, because otherwise I’d be crying or drinking. Or, I’d be stuffing it down into my gut, until the toxicity becomes ulcer-sized.