Breaking Bread with Monica Matthews in Atlanta

I never told my father that I loved him nor did I hear that from him. Most people will never know what it’s like to have a father who doesn’t appear to care if you’re alive or not (thankfully). Growing up, Father’s Day was no different than any other day. I had no fa ...

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Over the past couple of months, I’ve been mostly disconnected from the internet and instead tethered to reality. This has brought me into a place of directly helping people who need the most help while forcing me to consider the broader context of mortality. I accepted an IT position that ...

This week, I am celebrating the two-year anniversary of my baptism in a lake in Stone Mountain, Georgia, in front of my friends and family. I had already acknowledged that Jesus was my Lord and Savior, but that moment was significant as a public declaration to the people closest to me regarding ...