“Excuse Me, Bob,” says my 20-month-old son to an elderly man one night at a small group Bible study, as he squeezes past his towering legs and into the kitchen.
Donald Miller on the pro-life movement and how it can be more effective, more authentic, more Christ-like.
Women breastfeed their babies. They’ve done it longer than restaurants have been in existence, longer than public parks have been in existence, longer than Western society has been in existence.
Breasts. Breasts. Breasts. Maybe if I say it enough times you won’t blush. Breasts.
For longer than your family’s last name has been around women gathered around and breastfed their babies. In America, granted, breasts are very sexual. Thus, most women who breastfeed their babies in public do so discreetly. It’s a grace they give.