This one time I had cancer. There was a particular part of my body that was being attacked. My M.O. as regards my own health, especially at the time, was usually to let things run their course. I would usually try to eat more or less healthily, I worked out occasionally. I preferred to avoid… Continue reading One Part of the Body
I'm not racist. Neither are most of the white people I know. But finally, at long last, I'm starting to have an inkling that, given our nation's history and track record (ugh. No pun intended), being "not racist" needs to be a little more proactive and intentional than being passive and "nice," having brown friends,… Continue reading Something Snapped
How is it that Christians are still so divided along color lines that in almost half a century, a missionary kid like me never heard of the actual "Father of Modern Missions"? Or if I did, it was never in those terms, and I don't remember it?