This morning I have been remembering.

Maybe that is one of the privileges of being eighty-eight. You can sit with a cup of coffee and suddenly discover that something you haven’t thought about in fifty years has wandered back into the room. This particular wandering started several days ago with a movie, Song Sung Blue, and a question: What did you wannaContinue reading “This morning I have been remembering.”

A Love That Does Not Defend Itself

There is a scene some of you may know. It comes from the life of David Wilkerson and a young gang leader named Nicky Cruz. New York City. Street gangs. Knives. Reputation. Territory. A world where respect is earned one way—and one way only. Force. Wilkerson walks into that world… not as one who belongs there. Not asContinue reading “A Love That Does Not Defend Itself”