They came for our grain before they came for my life.They rode in at dawn. Dust on their cloaks. Steel on their hips. They looked at our fields and herds and saw easy meat. We had no armor. No walls. No iron gates. Only hands that knew work and eyes that knew hunger when they saw it in other men.By their measure we were naked. I knew better. I had

By Evelyn CrossShe prayed for peace. Said it out loud. She wanted justice, she said. A good man. One who wouldn’t lie. One who would stand by her when the world tried to take her apart.God heard her.And He sent Roy.This man—calm, unshaken, standing six foot two like he was carved from stone. The kind of man you don’t want to step into the rin

Dispatch from the East – A Land Where the Leaders Do Not Walk With Their PeopleThis is why I always say: leaders must walk beside their people, not above them. If you can’t lead with empathy, with care, and with love for those who trust you, then you have no business leading anyone. A leader without a heart is a wolf in a crown.If I were in cha