"I'm ashamed to admit that I've sometimes offered people cheap hope. I've made Jesus seem like a backslapping frat buddy rather than a war-hardened hero. I've peddled him like the peanut guy at the ballpark. "God! I've got some red-hot God here!"
I've held out the plastic, easy hope hyped by the preachers of a bargain-basement God when all the while, the hope God offers is raw and real and unvarnished. It rises through the centuries and reverberates in the hearts and souls of true spiritual pilgrims everywhere. This is not a cheap hope but a costly one. It's a tearstained hope strong enough to comfort people who've watched their parents die, seen their dreams fade away, struggled with whether or not to have an abortion, or lived through a divorce. It's a hope for the oppressed, the guilty, the haunted, the hurting, the forgotten, the abused, the mocked, the ignored, the lonely, and the overlooked. Workaholics and loudmouths and outcasts and spiritual fugitives like us.
It's a passionate hope, a real hope, a battle-scarred and yet victorious hope. Only a hope like that could ever conquer heartaches this strong and wounds this deep and pain as fresh as today's headlines." - excerpt from Story by Steven James
Robb has used several snippets from this book for Solitude time. I can't believe I have just started reading it. Excellent book!