"That by the encouragement of the scriptures we might have hope." I don't know about you, but I cling to the hope that the Scriptures give me in days like these. Not only because of the fact that God is and that he loves this desperate world, but because of the way those Scriptures were written and have come to us. It's the story of living, sweating, rejoicing, struggling, dying men and women just like you, just like me. And the story tells of a God not apart from their daily, ordinary lives, but smack in the middle of them. So it's my story, too. And your story. Rejoice in it. Give thanks and sing. For the hope is not fanciful or ephemeral; it is rooted in a God who enters into the dirt and dust and joys of life precisely where you are now. Just like a child in the dust and dirt and joy of a stable.
-Edmund Steimle, From Death to Birth