Upstate, New York. Mid 1980’s. My father always had a way with words, and one day, in a moment of anger, his advice planted the healing seeds of faith. It happened after my husband destroyed all our wedding presents, in a fit of rage, except an elegant family Bible. Several months later, he made me… Continue reading Planting the Healing Seeds of Faith (a True Story)
I understand the reason for peaceful protests. Victims’ families, friends, and the community are tired of the oppression and inequality. You’re sick and tired of seeing loved ones die by violence and bloodshed, and raise your voice against the injustice. Beyond the point of fear and filled with anger, people flood the streets with rage… Continue reading The Problem with Protests for Oppression and Inequality
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