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I Don’t Think I’m a Racist, But I Know I’m a Sinner
About three weeks into Indiana’s Coronavirus “Stay At Home” order, my 18-year old daughter and I were looking for (another) movie to watch. A few year’s back, I listened to the audiobook of Just Mercy, Bryan Stevenson’s powerful account of fighting to overturn...
When We Go To Work, We Love Our Neighbor
A few years ago, our company adopted an unofficial motto: We wash feet. It really stuck. I see it regularly on email tag-lines, hear it in meeting discussions, even see it in pictures and graphics hung around our offices. We’re in the housing business, we’re not...
Crisis Reveals What We Worship and We Are All Worshipping Something
Earlier this year, my brother-in-law visited a dear friend who lives in the Middle East. They spent a day traveling to historic sites, including what many archaeologists now believe is the actual Mt. Sinai where Moses received the Ten Commandments. At the base of this...