Jesus is the hope of the world. His invitations lead to life. It is within the rhythms of his grace that I start to see. It is within these rhythms that black and white turn into fool blooded colours. Through his eyes I learn to look and see. I see the lady serving tea, the gentleman serving his company as a CEO and the child speaking one-syllable words. In his life I find a reason for living and a way that attracts me. This way is so different than the other ways I have seen. It is a little way, an obscure way. It is a way that is hidden and a way that seek the margins. His ways walk smack bang into pain and suffering and detours the ways that detours pain and suffering. It is this way that invites me to the person of Jesus. If Jesus is God (and I believe he is) then I feel as if I can follow.