A Hand in Injustice

If I am not mindful, my intense desire for justice sours all goodness. Hatred is kindled, and more often than not, emotions and sharp words cast off Christ in my exchanges.

A Mom I Met

Sometimes, I meet people and learn bits of their story…at the store, at a traffic light, at work, at school. They are often unexpected—the stories I hear—but I am rarely as moved as I was this week during an encounter with a stranger.