by denadyer on March 10, 2010
Two Sundays ago, I took Communion with my almost-six-year-old son. It was his first experience with the bread and the cup. And it’s something I’ll never forget.
Jackson fidgeted as we listened to a hymn and waited to receive the elements. He cuddled up next to me, held onto my arm, and looked up at me with big, blue eyes. “Is it our turn yet?” he whispered.
“Almost,” I replied. [click to continue…]
by Glynn Young on March 9, 2010
I grew up in the South, in the waning days of segregation. I can remember separate water fountains and public bathrooms; separate seating at the movie theater and on the bus. And separate schools.
I knew these things as a child; they were what was.
Integration had started the year before I began high school. It was ugly that first year, and you could watch it on the news every night. The next year, it was no big deal. It had become part of what was. [click to continue…]