
When You Forget That They’re Dead
Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk; head down and plowing through both the literal and figurative piles of tasks before me, when I took a quick pause to breathe

Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk; head down and plowing through both the literal and figurative piles of tasks before me, when I took a quick pause to breathe

Donald Trump is making orphans every single day in America—and more than merely the thousands of migrant children he separated their families on our Southern border (many he has yet

It’s exhausting to give a damn isn’t it? To be a person of compassion in a time when compassion is in such great demand? To wake up every day in

Dear Professed “Pro-Life” Christian, I know you think you’re winning right now—or you’re trying really hard to pretend that you are. (I sense you losing a bit of confidence lately,

Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk; head down and plowing through both the literal and figurative piles of tasks before me, when I took a quick pause to breathe

Donald Trump is making orphans every single day in America—and more than merely the thousands of migrant children he separated their families on our Southern border (many he has yet

It’s exhausting to give a damn isn’t it? To be a person of compassion in a time when compassion is in such great demand? To wake up every day in

Dear Professed “Pro-Life” Christian, I know you think you’re winning right now—or you’re trying really hard to pretend that you are. (I sense you losing a bit of confidence lately,