Justice
- Justice
Sunday mornings were hell for me. He would make me go to church with him and at the end of the service he would make me go down and pray with the pastor. He wanted me to confess my sins to him and tell him how horrible and how much of a slut I was.
So I never really knew when he was going to choose to hurt me. When he did, he would come to the back with me and lock the door. This gave him time and room to do what he wanted. Namely, hold me up against the wall and rape me.
The international “business” of human trafficking rivals Fortune 500 companies for profitability and eclipses them all in the sheer numbers of people involved.
Russ Rankin has been a good friend for nearly a decade. He’s also a food and coffee aficionado of the first order. An attentive magazine or newspaper editor would have him write a periodic food critic column. Conversations on justice led to the idea of him “reviewing” coffees for Kingdom in the Midst. For these posts Russ will only be reviewing coffees that reflect fairness toward growers and…
