Hope, Gladness, Hunger

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the souland sings the tune without the words and never stops at all and sweetest in the gale is heard and strong must be the storm that could abash the little bird that kept so many warm. I've seen him in the chillest land and on the strangest sea -yet never in extremity he took a crumb from me.

Emily Dickinson

The place God calls you to is where your deep gladness and the world's deep hunger meet.

Frederick Buechner , in Wishful Thinking