"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....
"You know the ones. The family who gets there 10 minutes late only to leave 10 minutes early. The one who doesn’t even try to sit in the sanctuary but opts for the overflow chairs in the foyer."
When thinking about how I have abused those words just because I want to be kind to someone in a time of need, I have been a fool, neglecting a gift that was given to me by the death of a perfect King.
