His name was Charles. I met him a few years ago shortly before Christmas. He had moved to Atlanta just a few months before that. That’s not the most accurate way to say that. Charles was relocated to Atlanta. He was a refugee. Having grown up in Cameroon, Charles was… Read More »This is Christmas
As I drove down a familiar street one evening, traffic began to slow….then crawl….then stop and start at a hesitant snail’s pace. I checked the time. It was nearly 9:00 PM. I wondered if there was an accident up ahead. Then I remembered the likely cause of the delay. I… Read More »Keeping Christ in Christmas, Part 4: Stories of Hope for those Marginalized
It was a humid day. A slow, steady rain fell as we stood in the line. Some friends told us that they waited over two hours in this line. I suspected that because of the rain it would be much faster. I was right. Our wait was only 45 minutes.… Read More »Providing Refuge: History Repeats Itself
