I see all of the ICE raids on the news, and I could vomit.
I picture a team busting down my front door.
Then, I somehow automatically start hearing Psalm 23 in my head.
Ye, though I walk through the valley in the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff comfort me.
We used to say that prayer at school every morning.
I…



