It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.
When the gospel enters our work in a robust way, there's a deep encouragement and renewed sense of purpose that people begin to experience sometimes for the first time.