I remember the day after the Election, a friend of mine who happens to be white, remarked on social media that he “finally wasn’t embarrassed of America and our President.”
I woke up at 4AM, startled from sleep by the feeling that I needed to go check on my 11-year old son. He’d hit his head the previous afternoon and our
Can we talk for a few minutes, Trump supporter? We need to clear the air if we can. I imagine you probably feel like we’re the enemy right about now—those of
What kind of God kills children? What kind of God asks followers to kill children? What loving God requires blood? What being worthy of worship and adoration and obedience, is okay with
I remember the day after the Election, a friend of mine who happens to be white, remarked on social media that he “finally wasn’t embarrassed of America and our President.”
I woke up at 4AM, startled from sleep by the feeling that I needed to go check on my 11-year old son. He’d hit his head the previous afternoon and our
Can we talk for a few minutes, Trump supporter? We need to clear the air if we can. I imagine you probably feel like we’re the enemy right about now—those of
What kind of God kills children? What kind of God asks followers to kill children? What loving God requires blood? What being worthy of worship and adoration and obedience, is okay with