I was reading through some old journal entries recently and stumbled across one from the Easter season two years ago. At the time, I had been on a spring break mission trip to a community center in Indianapolis – the same community center, as it…
It was the angry blaring of a car’s horn and the squealing slam of the same car’s brakes as it came sliding to a stop mere inches from me that broke through my fog of confusion, anger, and pain. My body leapt sideways of its…