Recently, I’ve had a lot of conversations with friends about the Church—that imperfect group of people who are the Body of Christ. More and more, I find that people are angry with the Church or feel hurt or betrayed or misunderstood by them. Honestly, I get it. I’ve...
I was 14 years old when I first remember looking pain and injustice in the eye. I was staring into the face of a girl laying in a Romanian orphanage crib. She had a mop of curly brown hair on her head and tiny bones. Her deep brown eyes seemed vacant until she heard...
