Making Peace in an Angry World
I don’t remember a time when either my nation or my church was so divided as now. Do you? Could it be that social media with its well-proven online disinhibition …
Summer Evenings
They settle down on a neighborhood with the gentle ecstasy of flying Frisbees and shared tomatoes. They cause a kind of intoxication, but a wholesome, allowable one. They’re perfect for …
My All-White World
I grew up in an all-white world. Well, not exactly all white. There was Maurice, the black custodian at the local shopping center, who swept the sidewalks singing B.B. King …