In the book of Luke, we find shame in the very first chapter. Yet, God was working a solution to take away not only the reproach of Elizabeth and Israel but ours as well.

It happened. You know, that moment that makes you cringe: the joke, the comment—maybe naïve or just insensitive—political, religious, or cultural. But the gist is undeniably to malign someone, the other. What is the irreducible unifier in the equation of learning how to love the other?