We’re all holding hands on the street. Bear on my left, a stocky, grizzled Filipino dude wearing a hard expression under squinting eyes. Pancho on my right, a wiry black man with a thin face and a black “OAKLAND” beanie...
Ideas I’m toying with: There is grace to be human, mess up and be accepted still. There is forgiveness to be extended to humans who mess up. There is freedom to say what’s on your mind and be authentic. There...
At about 10AM this morning in the middle of Albert’s sermon, Mrs. Hu bursts into the sanctuary and I hear a flurry of hurried murmuring behind me and the flutter of a hundred heads turning. “Someone call 911!” Mrs. Hu,...