I grew up in a low-income, inner city area in Houston, Texas, and my high school mainly consisted of African-American and Hispanic students. In that building, the young girls avoided a certain staircase where many of the African-American boys lingered. One day when running late to class, I took that stairwell to avoid being tardy. […]
My husband and I have been youth leaders for twenty years. Lately, we’ve noticed that our youth have a bold, almost reckless, abandon for their faith. We “older” folks proceed with caution, while they are unashamed in their worship, fellowship, and witness.