https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lw-oXAwIeW8 By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept –Psalm 137:1 What does it look like to reach the breaking point of orthodoxy? What does it look like to arrive at the place where the desire for reconciliation gives way to anger and resentment? It looks like a fifteen-year-old boy weeping uncontrollably … Continue reading Alton Sterling, a Son’s Tears, and Psalm 137: A Lament
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Doc McStuffins, curly hair, and the gospel for little black girls
The black girl hair problem is real; I do not mean managing it. Most of the hair that my daughter observes on television and movies –frozen I am talking to you – does not look like what she sees in the mirror every morning. The dolls, toys, and even the outlines of the little girls … Continue reading Doc McStuffins, curly hair, and the gospel for little black girls
We can’t stay here: The energy of Easter (Mark 16:1-8)
It might seem a small matter to you, but the last few months I have sat on the couch with my seven-year-old son and four-year-old daughter and read to them sentence by sentence, paragraph by paragraph, page by page from my favorite epic: the lord of the rings. Do not worry this is not yet … Continue reading We can’t stay here: The energy of Easter (Mark 16:1-8)
Thoughts on a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land Part II: Towards a larger story
I used to think us unique. We had slavery, Jim Crow, the Civil Rights movement – a spirituality formed in the crucible of suffering. A certain arrogance or belief in superiority can come from a history of exploitation. We could read the bible from the right perspective because the bible was made for people like … Continue reading Thoughts on a Pilgrimage to the Holy Land Part II: Towards a larger story
On why my boys make me cry
My daughter does not, but my sons make me cry. With her everything is new. I have never been a young girl wanting time with her father. I never asked my dad to sing me a song, dance with me, or come to a ballet performance. My boys disorient me. Every request is tinged with … Continue reading On why my boys make me cry
