Our Final Hope
I buried Hope recently. She was a mature Christian woman, eighty-six years young, who constantly exemplified her name throughout the two decades that I was her pastor. When we first met, she was in rehab for near-fatal injuries from a car crash. Hope lived with daily pain; she walked using two canes for balance. Unfazed by multiple health issues, she always radiated deep joy and trust in her Lord and Savior.