For ex- colored people who have lost faith in white- body supremacy
I never met him, but George Perry Floyd Jr. changed my life and the way I practice my faith. Like millions of people across the world, I said his name during the summer of 2020. But what echoed back to me was what it means to be human, and I’ve never heard it again so […]
Read MoreI have been leaving toxic environments since I was twelve years old. Prepared for the coming of Jesus as a new convert, I’m surprised my list now includes the segregated North American church. I leave stores when I am followed around under the suspicion of shoplifting. I leave in the middle of cyclical conversations because […]
Read MoreI’m hungry. Born in poverty and bred on making do with what you’ve got, I cannot explain this craving. I cannot put my finger on this desire for things to balance out, to work out for the good of those who are beaten mercilessly. God knows that I’ve not seen it work out– not on […]
Read MoreThirty years ago, on May 1st, Rodney Glen King called a press conference and called for calm. On March 3, 1991, he was the victim of police brutality. It had been recorded by a neighbor in a nearby apartment— before the recording of unarmed African American people during traffic stops was a thing. I was […]
Read MoreI wasn’t ready for the verdict to come so quickly. Justice came sooner than expected. I didn’t have my thoughts together and did not know how I would respond emotionally. I didn’t know what to expect or to make of it. Wringing hands and stomach turning, I’ve said too many names, saw too many videos […]
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The Raceless Gospel 