"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"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....
"I needed to take a break from acting, because I really idolized it. So I came off from it and I went on a journey to discover my relationship with God."
"God isn't Republican and he's not a Democrat. He's not black and he's not white. He is the light. And our schools need light in them like never before."
