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It’s Our Anniversary

images-1March 10, 2011, I set out on this journey toward race-lessness and as the hymn writer says, “I wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now.”  The blog was first named The Daily Race.  Working with each post to create sacred space for a life without race, I relied heavily on my conviction that there was life a part from and after race.  I also believed strongly that the answer to the post- racial life had already been given in Scriptures and that it affirmed our God and our image as pre- racial and supra- racial.

Today, I stand courageously and proclaim the race-less gospel of Jesus Christ.  I am thankful for each word, each step that has brought me here and now.  I am walking in the light and freedom of Jesus Christ, thankful for the discomfort that race caused me so long ago as it lead me to this place of purpose and meaning.

Since 2011, I have shared more than 550 posts concerning race and the Christian faith.  I didn’t start with an end in mind; so three years later, I am not sure what will constitute the end of my writing.  But, I want to keep walking away from race and its progeny.  I desire to put as much distance between me and the history of race as is possible.  I want to see my authentic self: race-less and Christ- filled.  What a gift that would be.  Happy Anniversary to me!

Putting Down the Baton

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In recent weeks, I’ve changed the name of the blog from The Daily Race to the Race-less Gospel.  After more than two years of writing on race and its progeny in attempt to place race under the scrutiny of sacred Scripture, I discerned that I’ve finished the race.  In fact, I was finished when I began.  The desire to live without race indicated my destiny.  My decision to no longer carry the baton or to pass it on to my children was indicative of this result.

How can this be possible when persons have been fighting race their entire lives, when oppression still exists, when persons died for the liberties that I now accept as normal, when the baton has been passed to me?  There’s so much at stake.  All of our progress will be lost if we stop running, they say.  Well, I am saying something different.

I’m not running anymore.  I am not running toward race or away from race but race is no longer apart of my journey.  It is not a guide, companion or some distant relative for which I have not spoken to in a long time.  Our relationship has changed as has its existence in my life due greatly to my writing about race.

I’ve been studying this social construct for the better part of fifteen years first to find my place in it.  Then upon realizing that the more I learned about race, the less I sought its company, I wanted to find my place without it.  The restlessness that I have felt within the category from my initial understanding of it suggests to me that I’ve been race-less for a long time.

Despite the claims of its impossibility in America, I’ve put race behind me.  I am post- racial.  Now, this does not suggest that other persons will see me as such but it does say that I no longer view myself from a racial point of view and I am vigilant to ensure that I do not view others in like manner.  I’ve moved from information to revelation, from note- taking to proclamation, purposed to declare the race-less and good news of Jesus Christ.

There is an old song that says, “I wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now.”  I understand the sentiment because there is nothing greater to be given than the awareness of freedom in Christ, that the social snare cannot trap me, that there is a way of escape.

It is for this reason that I can walk and not look back.  My son will not run behind me; he will not follow in my footsteps or follow the path of those of generations past, trying to fit his humanity within a box or protesting for what already belongs to him.

No, he is already far ahead of me, able to run quicker because I have decided to put down the baton.

Happy anniversary to me!

imagesToday marks two years since I began The Daily Race.  While I wasn’t sure of what my writings would amount to or even what I was attempting to articulate initially, I am so glad that I decided to begin this journey.  It was certainly a relief to say what I had been thinking for so long: I am not black.  I sometimes can’t believe that I had the courage to say it: I don’t believe in race/ God is not colored/ Black/ white/ red/ yellow/ brown/ beige people don’t exist but are a creation of our social imaginations.  I am able to say that I didn’t allow race to get the best of me or my relationship with God and others, that I talked back to race and its progeny, that I did not live my life as its victim or a perpetrator of its hate, that I fought a good fight for my faith.

The Daily Race has become my sacred space and a safe place to share my ideas regarding race and the race-less life.  It is my “own little world” where I can live by the laws that I create: No racial caricatures permitted/ No racial slurs allowed/ No socially colored- coded language accepted.  I thank God for the thought and with it, the courage to take my faith back from race.  I am grateful for the opportunity to write about my convictions regarding race.

I didn’t have to wait for someone to listen or to agree or to understand; I needed only to begin talking to myself.  I just couldn’t hold it in and once I began writing about the race-less life, I couldn’t hold back.  But, I thought that once I said it that that would be enough; instead, my passion has only grown stronger.  Now, I have to say it any chance that I get: a race-less life is a Christ- filled life.

Two years later, I am in a deeper and more committed relationship with Christ as each word puts more distance between me and race.  My spiritual identity, the mind of Christ and my position in Christ have all been strengthened because of my commitment to detach my faith from this social construct.  Removing race from my faith has also allowed me to see myself, God and others not as the “other”/ “Other”; this has brought me closer to each and the possibility of healthy relationships seem inevitable.

I am looking forward to the years to come and all of the good things that a race-less life brings.  Since I began writing this blog, I have led a race-less life retreat, written and delivered a paper “A New Kind of Christianity: What Christ has already done about race” at the Children, Youth and a New Kind of Christianity conference held in D.C. last May, the blog has been featured on the Associated Baptist Press and Ethics Daily websites and I recently completed a chapter on the race-less gospel of Jesus Christ to be included in a book soon to be released.  For this, I give God all the glory, honor and praise.

It is my prayer that others would find the words and the courage to fight for their faith and not live another day with race.  Join me in living the race-less life at The Daily Race.

Why I Run

Today marks the one year anniversary of my beginning The Daily Race. I have pondered what I would say when I reached this milestone and I didn’t have the words until now. There’s only one thing that I can do. The songwriter says, “As I look back over my life and I think things over. I can truly say that I’ve been blessed. I have a testimony.” I, fellow runners, want to testify.

I first give honor to God who is the strength of my life, to His Son and my example of sacrificial love and to the Holy Spirit for its guiding and penetrating truths that have begun to unravel this tightly bound soul. I thank God for setting my feet on this path toward race-lessness, for walking and talking with me along the way. I thank God for the angel sent to wrestle with me until I received this new name: post- racial liberation theology. I am grateful for the great cloud of witnesses and for those that I have met on this side of heaven, for all of the words that I have met and the ideas we’ve shared.

I have yet to comprehend the breadth and depth and width of my humanity, the expansive nature and meaning of the presence of the divine in me as a believer. It is too deep for me to understand God’s unconditional love because of my racial conditioning. But, I want to love all of God’s children without prejudice. I want to see more of me/you and less of race. And I am grateful for the glimpses of it, for the awareness that it exists and that it is, indeed, possible through Jesus Christ, our Lord. It is this vision, this promise that I am running toward.

Like the Samaritan woman who dropped her water pot, I have dropped race to run and tell everyone that I see to “Come see a man who told me all about myself and never once mentioned race.” I have been filled, I have been satisfied from the inside out. And I can’t keep it to myself. I just have to tell it.

I close with a poem that I shared with a women’s group through a spiritual community covenant to T.E.S.T.I.F.Y.: Telling Every Story To Internally Free You. The poem is titled “Tell It” and I encourage you to do just that:

Tell it! Tell it!
Open your mouth, child
There’s something in there
Say it without hesitation
Share it without reservation
Shoo that cat away
Because your tongue is nothing to play with
This is your story so you must…
 
Tell it! Tell it!
Open your mouth, girl
There’s someone in there
Don’t worry about who won’t like it
Don’t matter who gets mad
Talk about it
Scream it 
Shout it
Because there will come a day when you’ll wish you had so…
 
Tell it! Tell it!
Open your mouth, woman
It’s time now to release it
You’ve held it long enough
Nursing pain, cloaking shame
Won’t give your life permission to feel 
But, closing your mouth doesn’t allow the wound to heal
So, tell it!

The Reconciling Race Series: What Does Race Reconcile? (Pt. 5)

“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God.”

~Matthew 5:9

What does race make us? What does race make us bring tidings of? As racial beings, do we come to each other in peace? Race would suggest that we do not, that we are always at odds, always seeking to injure, always desiring to oppress, that we are always down or trying to get up, that we are always pushing down, pushing back, pushing against. Because race is all about position. It is not and never has race been a human condition.

Likewise, we are constantly in a mode and mindset of defense. We are looking to be injured, looking to be offended, perhaps even finding reasons to attack when there really are none present. All we can see is war and all we can see is the enemy. We are always watching, waiting, posturing for, fighting against, on the offensive, responding, reacting, arguing, seeing, listening for and hearing race. Again, what does race make us? Is there a word to describe this way of being and existing? What are we making of it and with it? What is it making of us?  

Can we, in the presence of race, make peace with others?  Can we even make peace with ourselves, with our appearance, our social position, our past, present and future? And what would this peace entail? How would we know when we have found it? Can we be peacemakers if we live a racialized life? Can we be called blessed as peacemakers and consequently described as the children of God when living a racialized life? Can there be peace in us and among us while living a racialized life? I don’t think so but I do want to be blessed, blessed as a peacemaker and called a child of God. This is The Daily Race.