A few months back, I had the honor of speaking at the “Faith and Justice” night sponsored by Trinity Anglican Church. Members of the community had gathered to hear from HeartBound and the Police Alternative Division (PAD) about ways that we as a church community can support our justice-involved neighbors. I am one of those people who cannot be quiet when I see injustice. I feel as if it is my duty to speak up. What I see happening in the Georgia prison system today is simply wrong. We are...

Last August, I wrote a list of thirty things I’d like to do before I turned thirty. My then-girlfriend, Madi (who is now my wife!!), had done something similar for her thirtieth birthday. She encouraged me to do the same. I thought about the things I wanted to accomplish in a year’s time. Get engaged. Travel internationally. Visit that mysterious place they call “H Mart.” Some fun, some serious. We had a good time coming up with things to add to the list. But I began to run out of...

I called Larry back and waited patiently. One ring, then two, then three. Part of me was hoping that he didn’t answer. It was past 7:30; I was ready to be logged off for the day. I’d already worked a full day and was ready to just drive home and listen to music rather than talk on the phone. Just before I reached his voicemail, he picked up. His voice was somber and quiet. I told him I had about 10 minutes to catch up before I was back home. He apologized for “bothering me” and said we...