Jan 18
5 min read
Rooted In Something Different
My testimony of faith
“I’m from New York City,” I answer the police officer cuffing me to the back of his patrol car, waiting for his entourage to arrive in this tiny suburban town where fear of the unknown has stricken at 8pm on Friday night.
I sit in the back struggling to get any bit of fresh air, wrists bending against the discomfort of the cuffs, listening to their…
