Freedom?

There’s a song that some sing this time of year with full-throated enthusiasm and tears in their eyes, patriotism dripping from their souls, “I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free.”

But this song leaves me asking some important questions.

Never A Blank Page

I opened my journal, preparing to jot down my morning thoughts and prayers. At first glance, the page seemed stark, … More