Summer Program 1981. Can you find me?* Attending Princeton University changed my life. I came to Jesus at Princeton. I met my husband at Princeton. At Princeton, I didn’t have any white friends. This was very unusual because I graduated from a mostly white high school where I enjoyed a diverse social circle. But I … Continue reading My Black History 1981: Princeton →

By the time I hit double digits in 1973, Martin Luther King, Jr. had been assassinated in Memphis after men carried these signs. I invited you to consider why black men felt the need to carry such a sign, and the answer is very simple: Because the white guy didn't have to. Whites enjoyed the … Continue reading My Black History: Images →

I have spent countless hours praying and pondering how best to share my heart on this very difficult issue of race and the church. My goal is always to find areas of agreement and common purpose so that all Christians can know how to pray and how to respond when racial conflict arises. This banding … Continue reading My Black History: It’s OUR History →

When my brothers and I were born in Toledo, Ohio, my parents were poor like most black people in America, and they lived in this public housing development: Eventually, we moved into an all-black neighborhood of single-family homes and attended this all-black church: Ascension Lutheran Church Though my parents attended desegregated high schools, segregation was … Continue reading My Black History: The 1960s →

My heart is often burdened by the racial strife and pain that continue to plague our nation. The most recent debacle with Virginia’s governor is another reminder that racist actions of the past haunt us all today. This incident is timely. For Black History Month this year, I had already planned to share some of … Continue reading My Black History: You are Invited →