Resisting Mercy: Connection is the Antidote We sat at our gate staring at the monitor. Our plane had already been delayed once. If you’d told me that southern California would get a winter storm, complete with snow, I wouldn’t have believed you. Yet here we were...
I feel guilty each time I drive through an intersection and see someone with a cardboard sign asking for help. I rarely carry cash. While I know that my small token of money will not change that person’s life, I wonder if maybe I should do more. Who are we being...
I volunteered at the county jail for 5 years. The first time that I was buzzed through those heavy steel doors, I prayed for God to show me how to help the women who lived beyond them. The women sat in a small room, each sporting the same uniform, emblazoned with...
There is a large shopping mall near my home. The hallway connecting the stores forms a circle. Unless I find a map kiosk, illustrating a diagram of the mall and its stores, with a star revealing, ‘you are here,’ I tend to take the long way around. Knowing where I...
