In our yard is a huge oak tree, its branches shading the sandy dirt underneath. Under the tree, a collection of spoons and cups pilfered from my kitchen litters the ground. My six-year-old daughter is the queen of mud pie production, and she takes it on herself to teach our foster children the craft. The …
Tag: refugees
No longer a slave
As I mull over the mixed response of God's people to the needs of refugees, immigrants, and terrorists, I realize that the surface disunity is but a symptom of a much deeper malady. This malady is the terrible disease of fear. Fear has been coddled in many conservative churches for years in the name of "keeping …
arabah rejoice 