
Remembering the Forgotten
The work of justice is not fixing the broken; it’s remembering the forgotten — in ourselves, in each… All of our content is free to

The work of justice is not fixing the broken; it’s remembering the forgotten — in ourselves, in each… All of our content is free to

When I was a kid, silence was always welcome but rarely lasted long, and it was almost always interrupted by conflict. Quiet meant somebody was

In Minnesota, the Office of the Ombuds for Foster Youth released a troubling report this month: sibl… All of our content is free to access!

The government kept track of us on paper. Case files, intake forms, placement reports — a trail of our childhoods that could fill a filing

When Injustice Against the Weak Becomes a Theological Crisis “They slay the widow and the stranger,and murder the fatherless.” — Psalm 94:6 Psalm 94 is

An empty chair invites belonging. I used to be the one who filled the empty chair. At the Balls’ house (my foster parents), I filled

When you grow up in foster care, you learn the language of doors. Front doors that open with casseroles and smiles. Bedroom doors that close

There are people we step over every day. Not always with our feet, but with our attention. They sta… All of our content is free

Morning has always been a cautious mercy to me. The light comes slowly, like it’s checking first to see if it’s safe to shine. I

“They slay the widow and the stranger,and murder the fatherless.” — Psalm 94:6 Psalm 94 is not simply a lament; it is a theological protest.

The work of justice is not fixing the broken; it’s remembering the forgotten — in ourselves, in each… All of our content is free to

When I was a kid, silence was always welcome but rarely lasted long, and it was almost always interrupted by conflict. Quiet meant somebody was

In Minnesota, the Office of the Ombuds for Foster Youth released a troubling report this month: sibl… All of our content is free to access!

The government kept track of us on paper. Case files, intake forms, placement reports — a trail of our childhoods that could fill a filing

When Injustice Against the Weak Becomes a Theological Crisis “They slay the widow and the stranger,and murder the fatherless.” — Psalm 94:6 Psalm 94 is

An empty chair invites belonging. I used to be the one who filled the empty chair. At the Balls’ house (my foster parents), I filled

When you grow up in foster care, you learn the language of doors. Front doors that open with casseroles and smiles. Bedroom doors that close

There are people we step over every day. Not always with our feet, but with our attention. They sta… All of our content is free

Morning has always been a cautious mercy to me. The light comes slowly, like it’s checking first to see if it’s safe to shine. I

“They slay the widow and the stranger,and murder the fatherless.” — Psalm 94:6 Psalm 94 is not simply a lament; it is a theological protest.