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Reasons for our lack of lived-out unity are many. I offer four themes I’ve observed and questions to consider.

I was in sixth grade and living in Saudi Arabia when terrorists bombed the Al Khobar Tower there. I felt the blast shake the neighborhood where I was babysitting at the time. When the smoke cleared from the building, where many kids from my elementary school lived, 19 Americans were dead, and nearly 500 people from many countries were injured.

I can’t tell you how many years I’ve waited to have the conversation.

Crossing cultures doesn’t simply happen when you board a plane or go overseas. 

I know—nobody enjoys confessing their sins. But I tend to think it’s even worse for perfectionists like me. 

A gas station near our house offers a carwash which I’d never used—until a sunny spring Saturday’s errand to gas up our van inspired me to rinse off its layers of Midwestern road crud. 

So you’re heading off to Romania/Burundi/Ecuador for a mission trip/study abroad/backpacking adventure. 

I want to tell you about one of my most painful experiences with racism.

Imagine that God created the whole world like my hometown: Orlando, Florida. What would that be like?

Our first president, George Washington, was born on February 22. Abraham Lincoln, another iconic president, was also born mid-February.