Once you’ve looked into the eyes of those caught in the wake of our broken systems, heard their stories, and confronted the facts on the ground, I trust your compassion will grow.
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 love and am enlivened by intellectual stimulation, specifically in relation to the integration of theology and ethics. In many ways, I feel that I am hardwired for this stuff.
The other night my NieuCommu...