In spite of the glaring discrepancies I see between what the church is supposed to be and what it is, I am sustained by a great and persistent hope. God hasn't given up on His dream. The God that dreamed this place up has a dream for how it's supposed to be. He hasn't given up on that. Neither should I. The God who sent his Son to (among other things) model the Way hasn't given up on the dream of people actually living in the Way. Neither should I. The God who established the church to be a catalyst for the Kingdom of God, on Earth as it is in Heaven, hasn't given up on that vision. Neither can I. The Savior of the world hasn't given up on me and my place in any of these things (even though I've given Him plenty of reason to). He inexplicably continues to believe in me...to hope in me. It would seem His hope springs eternal...and it's infectious.