I watched the Democratic Convention last night and was reminded of the way the sun scratched through the clouds as a thunderstorm breaks up and the clouds dissipate. The people there, and I am sure, watching, could feel the rays of hope shining through the clouds of the past 7 years. Hope is the theme of all religions. Hope is the instinct of the morrow and the day. Hope is the music of the morning and the setting of the sun on the days challenges.
I pray the hope captures our imaginations and sets our course for the future and is not extinguished.
dennis
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