Susan

I grew up with the whitest Jesus you have ever seen. A vitamin D-deficient, sickly-looking Jesus. A Don Knotts meets Gary Busey kind of Jesus. And he was always pictured in the same way: standing in a field, holding a tiny lamb (also pasty white). Not surprisingly, our entire congregation was the same shade as… … Read More

I always knew it would be a great day when Sarah Goodson walked through the door of our church carrying her big purse. Raised during the Depression on a sharecropper’s farm in the South Carolina low country, Sarah loved two things in this life more than anything: her family and taking care of others. She… … Read More