See, little sister had pure white socks with a frill of lace that folded down neatly at the ankles. Mine were plain white, except the time in my fifth year when Mom couldn’t find white my size. Instead, she bought a pale lavender pair with sprigs of the tiniest rose buds ringing the top. Those Sunday socks delighted me. Unwittingly, they taught me something about the sacred.
What changed nit-picking to something negative? Whatever the reason, most Christians today shy away from getting too close to other members of the Church. Yet God’s Word clearly calls Christians to care for each other by holding each other accountable.
A heart-searching, thought-provoking look at race and the prejudices that arise because of colour.
Romans 8:28 Notes from a visionary, sorting through life’s unexpected puzzle pieces and marveling at the Divine design.
Four reasons to quit writing and why I still do.