Why I Cannot Stay: A Letter to My Church
There is no use pointing fingers. That is not them. That is us. We dragged Jesus—the one who died for us—into our tryst with Trump, while the church sat by with a nod and a shrug.
Grace Chin Huang is usually the quiet girl who sits in the back of the class. She tells stories of Jesus and beauty, of things ordinary and extraordinary, mining gems from hard places. She writes and chases her chickens and ducks in Southwest Washington.