Faith seeking understanding– without race
I’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 […]
Read MoreCan you feel that? The blood still running warm in your veins? Can you feel the blood draining from your face when you hear about another case of police brutality? His name is… was Jonathan Price. Shots fired while he was trying to break up a fight. Fired the police officer that was no peace officer that should not have […]
Read MoreHe told me, “I have something that can kill those weeds and you will have new growth in the spring.” He said, “I have it in my truck. That’s what we do.” He said, “I’ll go get it.” He never came back. I checked back an hour later and my pile of weeds remained untouched. […]
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The Raceless Gospel 