The Message is Justice

Last night, I was pacing back and forth through my house as I often do when I’m trying to mentally sort through something. My wife, Kacie, and daughter, Alyson, asked me what was bothering me. I responded that a lot of what I was seeing in the news about the protests did not make anyContinue reading “The Message is Justice”

Stay Angry: It is time for racism to die.

Officer: “Do you have a license and registration?” I was eighteen and driving to work from a church small group meeting. I was in Clermont, Indiana, one of the suburbs of Indianapolis. I was driving the speed limit and listening to the radio, when police lights suddenly flashed on behind me. I was confused, butContinue reading “Stay Angry: It is time for racism to die.”