People I Used to Know
I have friends. (Really, I do. Not many. Maybe from a long time ago. We lost touch. But, I used to know them, so that counts, right?). We used to go to the same church. Heard the same preaching, good preaching. Know the Bible as the Word of God. But a couple of decades on and we are very very different people. They call me a “racist” because of a political opinion I hold: I oppose open borders. So what…