I recently completed my final report for the Louisville Institute. These generous partners in ministry awarded me a grant to study the sociopolitical construct of race, Clarence Jordan's Koinonia Farm and why persons fear Christian community. I visited Koinonia Farm in Americus, Georgia. It was Clarence's "demonstration plot." He would create his own world, challenging… Continue reading Lovers or Liars?
It’s almost 11 a.m., that holy hour that is concentrated with our hubris, when the worship services are but a reflection of our preferences, when the pews are filled with the people we are most comfortable with. It’s almost 11 a.m. on this fine Sunday morning where people dress up or down and then sit… Continue reading Sunday morning segregation
It is so tempting to close ourselves off after deep wounding, after failed attempts to come together as people of faith. We might ask ourselves, "Why isn't this working out?" Still, we must believe that God is at work, that while we want to throw our hands up in despair, God's hands are still in. All… Continue reading We can’t leave the ministry of reconciliation
This is not what I had in mind. When I became a Christian, I though that I joined a family, that we all loved each other. Have you ever tried to get all the Christians in a room? I thought we were a body. But, not just any body-- Christ's. Far from his truth, we… Continue reading In search of Christian community: What happened to our life together?
I hate you. Three words that we do not expect to hear from a Christian and certainly not from the pulpit. This is why we use other words to cover them up. Because it doesn’t sound good. And it’s not a good look for those who would profess to be in relationship with the God… Continue reading No enemy lines
The early Church shared all things in common; but, the Church in North America remains stingy and divided, only willing to see our differences (Acts 2.44). One community: in Christ. One confession: “One Lord, one faith, one baptism” (Ephesians 4.5). Still, the divisions seem to intensify as the Bible is politicized and the people we… Continue reading Who is my neighbor?
Race and its progeny, prejudice, racism and stereotypes, are the elephants on our pew. It’s a jungle in here on Sunday mornings and more than a tight squeeze as we attempt to lift our hands in worship, to fold our hands in prayer, to grab the hand of our neighbor in fellowship. Let’s be honest. … Continue reading Hello Racism!