Critiquing the thick irony of the Christmas season is fair.
I want to tell you a story. It's a tale about drugs, prison, race, and justice (or the lack thereof).
My first job after college forever changed the way I prayed. Before I started it, I prayed that God would show me how to best serve him after receiving my diploma.
"Ms. Baker, why are you teaching here?" one student, whom I'll call Solomon, inquired during one of our after school tutoring sessions. "You went to college," he continued unabashedly.
Why are people poor? I remember being asked this question 10 years ago while training for a program I was volunteering with.
A false balance is an abomination to the LORD, but an accurate weight is his delight. (Proverbs 11:1)