I’m currently staying at a friend’s house in Kampala. The other evening, after dark, I crept into the darkness of the bathroom, reached under the sink, and pulled out a can of bug spray. I then went to my bedroom…
Category: Making new mistakes
What if we’re wrong?
What if we’re wrong? Do you ever allow yourself space for that question? Or what about this one: What if I am wrong? My point is that so many of us—myself included—are driven by a strong sense of faith, of…
