pink crayons and reconciliation

A pink crayon in hand, I concentrated on turning the frown into a smile. I methodically changed the tiny “No Coloreds Allowed” sign into “Coloreds Allowed.” A first grader with thick, colicky bangs and light pink jelly sandals, my mind and my heart couldn’t compute the coloring page in front of me. We were finishing up a unit […]

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even so, it is well with my soul

Lately, I feel like I’ve been peeking into the windows of so many who are hurting. Sometimes those windows are wide open, other times I just catch a glimpse. But it’s all the same: Heavy hearts beating faster and slower, trying to pump through pain from all directions. I’ll pray for you. It seems so…small. In my […]

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With us it rests, either to receive it and be partners in the crime, or to exonerate ourselves from guilt, by spurning from us the temptation. For let us not think, that the crime rests alone with those who conduct the traffic, or the Legislature bywhich it is protected. If we purchase the commodity, we […]

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