Classmates of mine were children of refugees who had fled the terrors of the Nazis and the Communists. Others had parents who had fought to…
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Classmates of mine were children of refugees who had fled the terrors of the Nazis and the Communists. Others had parents who had fought to…
This post runs “academic”. Non-nerds are welcome to ride along; feel free to skim or skip – the blog vs. podcast advantage. The question Something…
How we label people – or mislabel them – says as much about us as it does about them. Maybe even more. Digging back into…
The first time I encountered David Wilkerson, I was 12. When he spoke at a national conference in Long Beach, California, someone announced he’d be…