"Heaven's hope does for your world what the sunlight did for my grandmother's cellar. I owe my love
of peach preserves to her. She canned her own and stored them in an underground cellar near her West
Texas house. It was a deep hole with wooden steps, plywood walls, and a musty smell. As a young-
ster I used to climb in, close the door, and see how long I could last in the darkness. Not even a slit
of light entered that underground hole. I would sit silently, listening to my breath and heartbeats, until
I couldn't take it anymore and then would race up the stairs and throw open the door. Light would ava-
lanche into the cellar. What a change! Moments before I couldn't see anything-all of a sudden I could
...it's presence changes everything.