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I remember the day I was formally introduced to my white Christian privilege. It was September 4, 2015. I was standing in the middle of
Beth Carroll
March 9, 2021
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I remember the day I was formally introduced to my white Christian privilege. It was September 4, 2015. I was standing in the middle of
I am about to share one of my deepest, darkest, most shameful secrets with you. It is a part of myself that makes me shudder
Be nice. Play nice. Nice people. Nice time. “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Nice clothes. Nice company.
Be still, and know that I am God. Psalm 46:10 As an ADHD sufferer, I confess that this verse has always given me the heebie
“They were astonished that he was speaking with a woman, but no one said, ‘What do you want?’ or, ‘Why are you speaking with her?’
Have you ever felt forgotten? My dad likes to tell a rather memorable story from when he was a small child. One Easter Sunday, when
“For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it. John 1:5 by Beth Carroll We knit ourselves tightly together on that
For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty
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