When I was 14 years old I went to the beach with some friends from my youth group. Once unpacked, we laid our towels down on the sand and spread out, soaking up the…
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Here we are again A nightmare we know too well The familiar mix of emotions Anger. Despair. Grief. Confusion. Here we are again An anchor of resignation pulling us down The familiar questions Who? How? How many? Is this enough? Here we are again. A broken man. A broken world. And…
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History repeats itself. We’ve all heard it our whole lives, usually said with a sigh of resignation or a hint of disdain. Tied up in this refrain we hear a note of condescension directed toward those…
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I am passionate about my faith, my spirituality is the richest part of my life. But can I share a struggle with you? So often, when sharing my thoughts with others, I am met…
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How do you fight injustice, how do you struggle with this pain, and still find peace? Since November 8th, many people I know have become more vocal. We respond to ignorance on social media and…
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I participated in my first true act of patriotism on November 12, 2016. I marched through the streets of downtown Los Angeles, from MacArthur Park to the Federal Building. I marched with 8,000…