Young love, old love

Young love – I remember it well. Heartflutters, crazy mood swings, electric touches, skin on fire and passionate messages transmitted across the room by eye contact alone. We kissed to the Carpenters singing We’ve Only Just Begun during our Saturday morning rendezvous in our college’s least-frequented student lounge. We didn’t …

Don’t beat up your past – let God redeem it

If you’ve ever heard dozens of donkeys braying at once, you know what it does to one’s neck hairs. The word “cacophony” doesn’t begin to describe the din. It’s been almost four decades since I heard that sound. I’ve never forgotten. Thousands of formerly mistreated and neglected donkeys have been …