The Road to Hope

For in this hope we were saved. Now hope that is seen is not hope. For who hopes for what he sees?    Romans 8:24

In the town where I spent my teen-aged years there is a hill we called Mount Pleasant. On most days it was just another rolling green hill. But on rare mornings on perfectly sunny days you sometimes found yourself surrounded by deep impenetrable fog. Though the fog bank usually was no longer that the short half mile over the crest of the hill, the only safe way through was to slow to a crawl and keep your eyes on the yellow center line. You just had to keep going and it would not be long before you would break back out into the sunshine.

Fog banks like we experienced on Mount Pleasant come to all of our lives. A single…