There isn’t enough (scarcity) to go around, so I have to submit to their authority, and someday I’ll be powerful enough that they will have to submit to me.
A world in which we catch a post about their mother passing, and suddenly this stranger from Thursday has a new dimension. They're grieving.
While I didn’t end friendships over the election, I certainly learned which of my friends believed in the same things as me.
We must strive for action in unity, and we cannot achieve that by spouting Facebook and Twitter rants that drive wedges between us and do nothing to create sustainable change.
I’ve vowed to do my best to get over there, to where someone is at, instead of waving my righteous middle finger of indignation. I try to be quick to ask questions, instead of being dismissive. I thought it was the man, it was the abuser, it was the religious person, it was the terrorist, it ...