By Cissy Zheng
I didn’t expect to find God between helicopters, prayer vigils and grocery store checkout lines — but that’s where I have met him this fall during my time at Wheaton in Chicago (WIC). More precisely, that’s where he has rebuked me.The acronym ICE — U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement — first came onto my radar in late July when news broke of mass protests in Los Angeles. I was still home in China, scrolling through headlines and shaking my head at the chaos across the sea.By ...
