On Loving the Orphan
Seth and I sat entwined in our University Student Center, deep in conversation. There was the smell of sausage and the hum of dawn, and we leaned back, like a pull away, outlining what we believed. In a conversation that felt as if it would define us, Seth put orphan care on the table, what little he knew, and I agreed.
Mentioning that our family might one day include those adopted from the inner-city or from other tribes and tongues, we decided the people we wanted to be: risky, downright, and directed. We prophesied for our future selves. The chord struck, and that tone still rings through us.
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