I hope it goes without saying, but when you spend 33+ years being white, in white culture, spending only a couple of years learning about race is a drop in the bucket. But after having a few different conversations over the past few weeks, my journey so far has been swirling around in my head and I wanted…
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Smaller Than A Mustard Seed
It’s Sunday Morning – Time To Wake Up, God
My story is rooted in whispers, conversations behind closed doors, arguments, struggles, isolation, and above all, a certainty that there is only one right way to be a real Christian. My parents came of age in the Shepherding movement, which resulted in their arranged marriage. We stayed in that church until I was 10,…