Three Ways of Looking at Hope

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1. Emily Dickinson called it the thing with feathers. She said it sings the song inside your soul. She said it never stops at all. But what if that little feathered thing is never fed? What if she has nothing to drink? How will she sing with an empty belly and a...

The Leaf and the Tree

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Today we look again at the dark reality of child sex slavery and exploitation in order to shine a light, to flood the dark corners of the world with light, so that no child will ever have to endure sexual oppression or abuse, will never again live in fear. Diana lives...

The Color of Hope

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I almost missed them. On Saturday, we walked up to the park to play for a bit, and on the way home, we passed a tree in the planting strip: there, against a gray branch under a gray sky, were three palest pink blossoms. I was nearly past them before I saw them. I...