You realize that gratitude isn’t the outcome of hindsight and fate.
History, they say, is written by the victors.
What happens when the myth of meritocracy shatters? Disillusionment. Disappointment.
No group of people anywhere in the world like to look at themselves in all their horror, and take responsibility for their most cruel sons.
But what was this place before it was New York City and why do we even call it that?
But if I cannot look at the suffering face, the vulnerable face, the refugee’s face, and see Jesus in him or her, my Christianity is worthless.
Love is part chance and part conviction.
Solidarity, it seems, is at our fingertips.
“I am still in the midst of thinking, but part of me cannot help but feel the chicken has come home to roost.”
9. You believe in simple things but you don’t believe in oversimplifying things.