Love your God. Love your neighbor. Love yourself.
Dear Lord, They think we're more depraved. Isn't that it? Isn't that what's nagging and gnawing at me? Isn't that why they cite statistics about our crime rates and achievement gaps? They are saying we are more depraved. And yet, they built a house and put us in the cellar. They built it on purpose... Continue Reading →
If you have ever buried a loved one, then you have probably heard about the Five Stages of Grief. You may also know what it feels like for somone to minimize your grief with platitudes like, "Well praise God, s/he's with Jesus now. You'll see them again." [Insert eye roll, sigh, balled fist.] As we... Continue Reading →
Prayer is not my strong suit. I am more a Christian seeker and a learner than I am a pray-er. But this morning I prayed for Derek Chauvin. It was a winding road during my quiet time that got me to praying for him. I wasn't even thinking about the killing of George Floyd when... Continue Reading →
I recently cropped my white son-in-law out of a photo of the men in our family. I hated to do it, but Ryan's not black. I don't worry about him the way I worry about the black men in my family, so I cropped him out of my Facebook post. I consider this a good... Continue Reading →
After a black man is killed for minding his business, I often ask God why. I plead with him because I don't get why he has allowed black people - my people - to be mistreated for 400 years. Often, I go to Exodus Chapter 2 where Moses "saw an Egyptian beating a Hebrew, one... Continue Reading →
Last week's disinfectant debacle is a really great object lesson. We can draw a simple principle from James 3.1: while all are uniquely gifted by God, teaching is for those called to teach. A more modern way to put it: we need to stay in our lane. The president's refusal to stay in his lane... Continue Reading →
Last week when people were sharing senior class photos, someone from my high school posted this one from my sophomore year, circa 1979. I absolutely loved cheering. The cute skirts. The saddle shoes. The prestige and the performances in front of crowds. Because I weighed in at 95 pounds, I was always at the top... Continue Reading →
When I got out of the shower the other morning, an old woman was standing there staring at me. Oh wait. That was me in the mirror. I had just washed my hair, so my receding hairline exposed my giant forehead and my gray strands glistened in the light. My varicose veins, my frown lines,... Continue Reading →
Week Four into COVID-19 has me humbled. I realized this after I prayed one morning, "What do you want to do in me during this pandemic? How do you want my heart and life to change?" Grow in humility was God's answer. Let's face it. This pandemic, this virus, this microscopic thing has humbled all... Continue Reading →
