I saw you in the picture. Running. Holding hands with your brother. I pray you are back home now, and that you and your brother can go to school together this week. Still holding hands, but not running or feeling so scared. I hope you are busy with little boy things like flying kites, herding goats, and playing soccer in streets full of just normal life, not the silent, eerie streets of this last month with only a few gangsters standing guard. I hope your mama taught you to p

From now on, when I hear the song "Am I a Soldier of the Cross?" I think that I will always think of Sunday, the first day of May - of Coca-Cola floats with strawberry ice cream; of a charred, headless body being devoured by skinny dogs; of the leering face of a teenage gangster, his hand on the gun at his hip; and of late-night egg sandwiches on whole wheat toast smeared with mayo and ketchup. Going to church in Blanchard has become such a comfort to me. We arrived late, wit