Emphasis Preaching Journal

Sometimes she felt she surely knew the distant vision of the date farmer, for the one who planted dates would never live to see the crop. The trees took more than a single person's lifetime to mature, and only after reaching maturity would they eventually bear fruit. Her passion for justice was born during her childhood. She had seen the faces of prejudice and hatred, had seen them worn by neighbors, friends, relatives; she had even allowed them to darken her own countenance until she became the receiver of what she had been giving.