"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
In this modern age of perpetual consumption—news, entertainment, food, and endless digital stimulation—the idea of voluntarily going without feels almost...radical. Yet for the earliest...
"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
In churches across America, a quiet but consequential conversation is unfolding. It often begins with a question—sometimes whispered, sometimes posted publicly on social media....
"Your capacity to feel the one affects your capacity to experience the other. The two are connected. A soul deadened to the pain of the world and to your own life is numb to the joy available to you as well."
"Have you ever walked through a valley with many shadows, perhaps where you feel dead to your dreams? Have you ever traveled through the desert places, thirsty for some reprieve, some oasis to give you shelter from the blistering heat of a hard life?"
"I’m aware this is an unpopular opinion. It’s a scary thought. It might even make you roll your eyes...Why do we get insurance? Most of the time it’s because we worry for what could happen."
"It was a day my eyes had never seen and will never be able to unsee. We sang songs with inmates whose voices carried deeper in to our hearts than the echo of a microphone will ever release."
