If older generations paint morality in black and white, young people's palettes are disappointingly grey.
Last winter, in the flurry of Christmas parties and potlucks, I was called in for jury duty.
My husband asked me that question last night: "Do you think you'll feel different after you become a citizen?"
On the day my father died I was 1,200 miles away.
Are you a coward? Chicken? When it comes to the issue of race, why are Americans [including Christians] so reticent and reluctant to engage in honest conversations? What are we scared of?