It was dark in the tiny apartment living room, except for the florescent desk lamp, cocked upward to face the room’s occupants like an interrogator’s light looking for answers. If it was seeking out the truth, it found it. The room was full of it. It was full, period. Leaving their shoes in a neat heap at the door, barefooted people packed in the place, sitting reverently on mismatched furniture provided by… Read More

Yasin’s only 9, but he’s been around long enough to know. Long enough to know he shouldn’t be looking at the pictures of naked women that someone at his school keeps texting him. Long enough to know that Jesus is important. “If I were a superhero, I’d be Victory Man – like ‘victory in Jesus.’” Long enough to know that if the church people show up to do a Kids Club at… Read More