One of my first Sundays on American shores was at a small Presbyterian church in Coral Springs, Florida. The heat baked the asphalt of the parking lot and the palm trees swayed in the sultry wind as I climbed out of our Nissan dressed in baggy khaki pants and a graphic tee. I saw others...
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New York City—my home—is a cramped, chaotic cacophony of blaring sirens and swarming, murmuring crowds, and not to mention expensive. In Houston or Los Angeles, thick, slithering, concrete highways wrap around almost every neighborhood. London and São Paulo are grey with small blotches of green. In Johannesburg, Africa’s city of gold, crime lurks in alleyways...
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“Irreverence!” he declared as he slammed his palm onto the wooden pulpit. A brittle silence briefly hung in the sanctuary. The congregants present continued to stare blankly at the preacher, waiting for his next line. It came quickly. “Anxiety is ultimately irreverence to God.” Elise’s ears (name changed) rang as she looked at her pastor,...
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