The deadline for our "grandfathered membership" (those who were already members during our recent transition to our new structure) renewals is coming up on April 30th. If you've already gotten your login information you can check your account status and renew here. If you think you are a …
Witnessing the power of CCD principles
My first introduction to CCDA was reading the book, "Restoring At-Risk Communities" by John M. Perkins in 1999 and subsequently attending the New York CCDA Conference in 2000. The book in itself had already turned my world upside down. Then, being at the Conference and amongst so many beautiful …
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Christ the Convict
Isn’t it odd that Christendom—that huge body of humankind that claims spiritual descent from the Jewish carpenter of Nazareth –claims to pray to and adore a being who was a prisoner of Roman power, an inmate of the empire’s death row? Mumia Abu-Jamal (American activist serving a life sentence) Jens …
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Imitating Donaldina Cameron (and other saints)
I am not writing this to make you ashamed, but to admonish you as my beloved children. For though you might have ten thousand guardians in Christ, you do not have many fathers. Indeed, in Christ Jesus I became your father through the gospel. I appeal to you, then, be imitators of me. – 1 Corinthians …
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The Liminal Space
It had already been a long day at work in Akron, Ohio, when part of our staff gathered together in the back room of the Front Porch building for a strategic planning meeting. Though our days had all looked different, all of us had been embodying our mission at South Street Ministries: “Unlikely …
John-Mark Hart’s Story
For a couple of decades I've been watching my friends and neighbors suffer due to our nation's broken immigration system. I was slow—inexcusably slow—to join the work of changing this system. But over time the accumulation of painful memories became too substantial for me to ignore, especially the …
I walk for my son
We walked into the apartment and the air was thick and stood still. Everyone sat frozen, avoiding our eyes. His sister stared at the television, his step-dad worked vigorously at a spot on the table. His mom was the only one... eyes locked. "Ven, siéntate, necesitamos hablar," she managed. He …
