Sometimes privilege is only appreciated in retrospect. At least that seems to be the case with me. I grew up in a church that came out of the peace tradition but was, at the same time, firmly rooted in American evangelicalism. This meant that, from day one, I was in the midst of debates about non-resistance and just war, the sovereignty of God and free will, eschatology and the last days (to name a few). In fact, every Sunday, after church, the entire extended family would gather together at Grandma’s house for chicken dinner and engage in lively debate about the issues of the day. We argued passionately. We laughed heartily. And we loved each other deeply, regardless of what position was taken on any particular Sunday afternoon. 1 Column Content Background Color White Ali...