My mother, brother, and I were looking for something to do on a stupidly hot July afternoon in Fayetteville, NC, outside of Fort Bragg where he was stationed in the early 2000s.
When someone is struggling with some action that caused harm to someone else, I often find an eagerness to tell me just why it was the only right action.
We can take a deep breath after the elections but our civic discipleship didn’t end there. We’ll soon need to go full-steam ahead in our work for justice.