I titled this picture, "Hope in the Hood." I was walking home from Thomas Jefferson in East New York one evening and noticed that the sun was dancing on the taller buildings, that although I was walking in realitive dusk, above me there was radiant sun. It reminded me that hope is often found in dark places. This area of town is one of the roughest in New York City, but the students we meet here are some of the most tender hearted. God is on the move through churches and other groups, who have decided that despite gangs, violence, domestic chaos, poverty and drugs, the body of Christ is alive and well!