It’s a Monday in March. Just about a year since the world changed.

I don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.

What does Christian hope look like? May I suggest:

The twentieth day of the first month is unique for a specific nation every four years. People are watching.

And God’s listening.

Strange. That’s the only word I can think of to describe how I’ve felt today.

It was early Wednesday. That first one.