A shred of it pierces you, fills you, encourages you to go on. Maybe I call it hope, but I wonder if it something more, more like a promise. And that promise of hope to me is that if we repent, and be baptized, then: "the promise is for you and for your children and for all who are far off, everyone whom the Lord God calls to Himself." (Acts 2:39)
Sure, maybe the face value gives comfort in the fact that the Promise so freely given is also extended to our children, and what a hope by the way. But tonight the Hope goes further than that. The Hope is in the Promise of knowing that all I have to do is repent. That is it. There is nothing more, and indeed, nothing less.