Creator of VeggieTales talks about Race

Written By Jay Jacobs

Dear Friends:

For today’s Monday Musing, I commend a link rather than my own words. Phil Vischer is the creator of VeggieTales and the great-grandson of my childhood pastor. His video provides some straightforward history I believe important for us to understand. The video is about 18 minutes long, so wait to click on the link until you have some time to watch, listen and perhaps share.

Click here for the video from his series, Holy Post.

Thank you, Phil.

Jonathan Krogh
Your Pastor

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