The activist converted me and my husband to a radical, simple Christian obedience. Why didn't our friends and family follow suit?
D. L. Mayfield
A few weeks ago, my neighbor drove his car into my daughter's bedroom. A refugee from Southeast Asia, he had gotten the pedals confused. He spoke no English and appeared distraught after the accident. I tried to comfort him as best as I could while inspecting the cracks in our apartment walls. My manager came by and told me we were lucky—most times, the cars crash all the way through... continue reading >>