I imagine white America’s blind spots like invisible crosses on our side of the fence. Crosses that represent our hardness of heart, our privilege, our stunning lack of compassion.
I just returned from Bethlehem, and brought this nativity scene back as a gift. It’s a beautifully hand-carved nativity made from the olive wood distinct to the region. But you can also see something else...
We are all illegal aliens in the kingdom of God granted entry only by the amnesty of Christ’s blood. That is the strange foundational truth of Christianity. There is nothing I can do to get a green card that...