For ex- colored people who have lost faith in white- body supremacy
“Cross my heart and hope to die. Stick a needle in my eye.” Our promises use to mean something. As children, we took our commitment– no matter how trivial or time- sensitive– seriously. We meant what we said with our little mouths about a rumor we had heard or the score of last night’s game. […]
Read MoreThis is what some persons indigenous to what is now the United States say. Mic recently posted an article as well as a video capturing a portion of a couple of women’s perspective on the holiday. So, while we are passing the turkey and gravy, let us not pass over the experience of others on Thanksgiving Day. As we […]
Read MoreInteresting title, huh? Well, I have a bit of good news to share. I learned this past week that my grant proposal for the Louisville Institute’s Pastoral Study Project was accepted. Woo- hoo! What does this mean? It’s means that I am going to Koinonia Farm in Americus, Georgia! I will learn in community the […]
Read MoreOn Sunday, there was another church massacre. This time in Sutherland Springs, Texas. While I was inviting my congregation to pray for the victims of the latest terror attack in New York City, another was occurring. Twenty- six people, many of them children, are among the dead. The number of persons killed is made worse by […]
Read More“Of two possibilities,” my mother loved to tell me, “choose always the third.” She is a Benedictine nun. I found the words of Sister Joan Chittier in a collection of writings on community titled Called to Community: The Life Jesus Wants for His People. I have been carrying it around for a couple of months […]
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The Raceless Gospel 