Three weeks ago, I sat in a prison’s small, sterile waiting lobby on a Sunday morning, alone. We’d waited for this day for seven and a half years.
Many Christians no longer believe it’s possible to speak about homosexuality without drawing battle lines.Yet there is a better way. I’ve seen it.
Last night I was reading a book by a young woman who moved to Africa as a teenager. Her story stirred up a lot of feelings, both positive and negative, for me.
Isn’t it funny that many of the missions and ministry organizations standing against injustice perpetuate it within their own organizations?