“I’m an orphan,” she said as her eyes began to tear. “Like the parents who lost their babies today (referring to the mass murder of 12 people by Ian David Long in Thousand Oaks, CA). We shared a moment of pain, grief, loss, and life together. This was not the America she came to in 1974 as a young girl with a small child. Like her father she raised her daughter Linda on her own.
“I was a stranger,” she said about growing up an Armenian Apostolic Christian in a Muslim world. She was also an immigrant living in a foreign country (she moved to Richmond, VA which she joked was both foreign and country). “But God loves me. He watches out for me. When will the world realize that God loves everyone?”
I held onto her words as I walked home underneath the evening sky as the blues moved from blood red to darkness. A once in a lifetime painting created by the heavenly imagination of a God who loves immigrants, orphans, and strangers…like Alice. And me.
An ex-copywriter turned punk rock pastor and peacemaker who dedicates his life to making the world a better place for all humanity.
"that they all might be one" ~John 17:21
“Prius vita quam doctrina.”
~ St. Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274)
* “Life is more important than doctrine.”