Sorrow and Joy during the Black Lives Matter movement
In the June burst of green and sunshine, I am taking a bike ride through the historically black…
The frailty of my faith (or, How losing my daughter in the park gave me a glimpse of my own hypocrisy)
I only took my eyes off of her for a few seconds … It’s so cliché, but so…
Baltimore Life, Abundant and Boiling
Note from Sister Julia: I have asked my good friend and occasional Messy Jesus Business contributor, Amy Nee-Walker,…
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