Deconstruction, yes, looks a lot like death. Death seems final but dying is the waiting room we all sit in, anxiously, waiting for someone to call our name. My heart feels heavy and it often feels like something I have to carry for myself. This call feels like something I have to carry for myself. And I wonder, if the weight of what I carry is leading me to a good death or a bad one….
Read MoreI’ll never forget the time a grade school teacher questioned whether or not I wrote a writing assignment. That questioning and her doubt are bookmarked in my mind when I think about what it means to feel like an impostor in your own life: it’s embarrassing. I remember that day because
Read MoreThere’s nothing like waiting and silence. Nothing like prayer in an empty room, particularly when you’re shouting at God, waiting for a response and all you receive is silence. There’s nothing like coming to the end of yourself that’ll show you a beginning you would’ve never had the audacity to imagine. There’s nothing like Christmas to make December sometimes intolerable, but there’s also nothing like Christ being born, the “thrill of hope “ in this “weary world.”
Read MoreWhat if the groups of white privileged Evangelical Christians who have access to travel funds and money for go-pros could funnel their resources to either going to or sending trained lawyers and advocacy personnel to the U.S. border?
Read MoreI am finding that voicing that anger has become part of my freedom.
Especially the anger that is triggered by a violation of dignity—mine or another's. Especially when that anger, along with other emotions that might come out of me are
Read MoreOur hands and feet were made for good work and instead we build kingdoms and empires, we fashion gold and silver, dollars and coins (and now bitcoins?!). Everything that comes into our grasp can so easily be elevated to the place of...
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