My Black History 2014: Finding my voice

Evangelicals hate it when unborn babies are aborted and everybody in America knows that.  America knows that evangelicals march for life, pray in front of abortion clinics, and vote for pro-life politicians. Some would say evangelicals are obsessed with being prolife. I would agree with that. I certainly grieve when unborn babies die. And I am … Continue reading My Black History 2014: Finding my voice

My Black History 2008: Hiding my Obama mints

I had never heard of Barack Obama until a few days before the Democratic National Convention in 2004. I had also never watched a political convention on television.  I tuned in because I was curious about this black guy, supposedly a rising star. His speech blew me away. In fact, I was so impressed that … Continue reading My Black History 2008: Hiding my Obama mints

My Black History 1998: Choosing a Cemetery

In 1998, when our newborn daughter Victoria died, Joe and I made the awful, but necessary decisions everyone makes when they must bury a loved one. We chose scriptures to share. We chose burial clothes. We chose a casket. And because we live in the rural South, we had another choice to make: Do we … Continue reading My Black History 1998: Choosing a Cemetery

My Black History 1981: Princeton

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