Ninnekah is a Choctaw word. It means night or darkness. On a dark night in Ninnekah, under the Choctaw sky, Tonya Rodgers called her boyfriend from a payphone. It was the last phone call she ever made. That evening in the spring of 1990, she was raped and murdered by an Army soldier home on leave. At the first light […]
The Crosses We Bear Are Good For Many Things
Someone left a comment on a post I wrote a few weeks ago. Here it is: Why is life so full of disappointment, pain and suffering? Why must I bear this cross? What possible good can come from this? You feel so far away. Are you there, God? I’ve been waiting a long time to […]