It didn’t take long for me to learn that I was different. I was waiting in line for my school lunch, standing in front of the counter, my six-year-old self just tall enough to see the cafeteria moms doling out our food, when a classmate came up to me.
Read MoreThe road I have walked has not always been easy. When I turned nineteen, my parents decided to uproot and move from Pennsylvania to Colorado. At the time, I was partway through my freshman year of college, and it was immediately clear I should not follow them.
Read MoreAs a young man reading through the New Testament on his own, I envisioned Christian Community to be something like a post-apocalyptic enclave, gathering together in the shadows as the world whirled around them.
Read MoreThis issue is meant for the lonely, the different, for those who feel like they’ve always been sitting on the outside looking in. My hope is that you would know you are not alone in feeling alone, that many share your longing to belong.
Read MoreI remember watching a video clip of a man named Alton Sterling getting pinned down and then shot. I felt my stomach turn, unsure of how to react. I wanted to look away as the man lay in a growing pool of his own blood.
Read MoreAs I thought about losses, I recalled my heart-stopping triathlon and some other losses which dealt with life and death. But my first big financial loss, at the age of sixteen, was a purple Toyota Celica GT that I loved.
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