Recently, I was reminded of the story of the Israelites being set free from slavery in Egypt, along with the adage about people wanting to “return to Egypt” as the Israelites did. I mean, yeah, their circumstances at the time weren’t ideal, but they wanted to go back to being slaves. Crazy, right? For many of us, I think age can be like this.
If you don’t believe that racism exists today in America, you are…well, to put it kindly, not living in reality. The failure to indict Darren Wilson in the shooting of unarmed teen, Michael Brown, in…
For years, besides a few close friends, I didn’t tell people about my dad. I wasn’t consciously embarrassed, but looking back, I must have felt shame for some reason. Maybe I thought it spoke into my own identity. Maybe I didn’t want to burden others with the revelation that my family was broken.
A short poem about love.
This morning I read John 6:16-21 – the story of Jesus walking on water. I’m sure all of you have read this passage multiple times, but for me, it was a good reminder of a few things.
