My two sisters are instruments of God’s grace—God’s unconditional, steadfast love. No matter how far I travel, no matter how old I become, or whether they die before I die, I will never be free of my sisters. They are intricately woven into the fabric of my being.
William H. Willimon questioned the quality of America’s freedom. He predicted that “our age shall be known, not as the age of freedom, but as the age of anxiety.”
