"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..."
"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....
"In my moments of accelerated ridiculousness of inner dialogue, I have to talk myself off the ledge. I have to remind myself what I’ve learned about my character as it’s been molded by Christ."
"This morning I stood in the shower talking to the Lord. It’s always the perfect time for us to chat since no one is typically in there pulling on my pant’s leg asking for fruit snacks or chocolate milk."
“FEMA can not do what it does so well without the cooperation of faith-based nonprofit organizations and churches. It’s a beautiful relationship between government and the private sector and it is something to behold.”
"Tears immediately stung my eyes. Did he not realize that I, and the man serving us, could hear that? I grabbed the sample and quickly walked over to Greg unable to speak. My mind kept replaying the words this stranger had just said."
