Finding the Fatherless: A Call to Fill the Gap
It was my sophomore year in college. I sat frustrated in the office of our campus minister, Chad. I don’t exactly remember what I was frustrated about, just that I needed to vent and I knew Chad would listen.
We had only recently been introduced, but he was intentional about meeting with me. Initially, I wasn’t interested. It appeared we had nothing in common. Chad is white. I’m not. He…Continue Reading