This is the first year that I have wanted to attempt to “celebrate” Good Friday as a parent. My daughter, having just reached an age where she has declared she has Jesus in her heart, prompted me to action. My husband picked up some wildflower seeds, and I bought a pot from Goodwill. Those, and my drive-up Target run Miracle Gro purchase, culminated in our Good Friday conversation. We got the pot ready, opened up the seed packets, and dropped them into the Miracle Gro. Being four, my daughter was pretty generous in the number of seeds she placed. So, we’ll see how that turns out. However, the number of seeds was not what stood out the most to me. The thing that struck me as we talked about Jesus needing to die in order for us to have life, was how dead the seeds looked. On the front of the seed packet was a picture of a multitude of multi-colored gorgeous blooms. Pinks, reds, yellows, oranges, purples, and even some blues. Just purely stunning life. Yet, when we opened the po
If you are upset by the Wayfair human trafficking issue, I would like to encourage you to be upset about human trafficking all the time. In the wake of accusations of such disgusting acts, be mad. Be mad that children are being exploited and abused across the globe. Be mad that women and men are being ripped from their families and forced to commit heinous acts. Be mad that human trafficking starts young. Be mad that there are people in the world who are caged, trapped, afraid, lost, and numb. Be mad about those things, but don’t only be mad when these realities have been thrust into the light. Human trafficking is not a new issue. Wayfair is not the first company to be accused of trapping, using, and abusing people. And, the ugly reality is that they will not be the last as long as there is a demand. Human trafficking is an act that harkens back to the beginnings of our country’s birth and before. It is not new. So, be mad. And, stay mad. Give your money to local organizations