Our creative writing team has been writing again.
Christians are traditionally characterized by a desire to live a Christlike life. While that can take a variety of forms, we often see this expressed in a desire to be as close to Jesus as possible. We sing of wanting Jesus to walk with us. We look to the teachings of Jesus as a model for our own lives and morals. Even (or especially) when it comes to matters of politics and policy, we so often turn to Jesus.
One year ago, the man I was dating planted a vegetable garden in my backyard.
Four raised beds of tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, peppers, and carrots surrounded a square bed filled with herbs. Resting on evenly layered mulch, little Eden caught eyes and tickled noses around the neighborhood.
The debate over illegal immigration has intensified recently, and children are playing a prominent role in the discussion. Young children are leaving their homes and their families and traveling the dangerous road to the United States. Consequently, Border Patrol agents have found themselves with large numbers of children under their protection and no clear idea of what to do next.
The storm is raging around you,
Wind uprooting trees,
Flooding the world,
For all its power,
The storm is not G-D.
This is not a ruling in favor of religious freedom; this is a ruling in favor of freedom for a few Christians to project their beliefs onto other people.
The side of the road is one of my least favorite places in the world. Roads, I love. Lately I have traveled many of them visiting people I love, moving to a new house, running errands. Rarely do I bother to glance at the people with me on the road, unless they’re going too slow.
Tonight, though, I spent several hours with a few hundred new friends on the side of the road.