Not all Americans are White

When I was talking about an acoustic Kinyarwanda song I had heard, acoustic being the style in which I write as a musician, my dad asked if the singer was Rwandan (as opposed to American). “I believe so. He didn’t look American,” I replied, adding, “Or sound American.” In that moment, I realized I had…

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Beauty in the Broken: I Have Worth

“She has great worth, and he saw that in her.” My best friend Annabelle’s mom spoke this about one of her daughter’s best friends and that girl’s boyfriend, but I immediately thought, “Someday somebody will say that about me.” This summer I have been learning that I have worth, value, and beauty. God used my…

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On Mr. Harris and Frail Bodies

Whenever Mr. Franklin Harris snoozes at church, I wonder if the ninety-five year old man with whom I sit will awake again. He is a wonderful example of someone who loves Jesus, and he brims with wisdom. His body is frail, though. He recognizes his disability consisting of his inability to stand for long and…

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