I know it may seem like I am obsessed with racism, but the truth is, I am obsessed with love. To love God, neighbor, and self is to fulfill God's highest aim for us. I am learning what that means as a black woman living in a time of racial unrest. I have fears that … Continue reading My Black History 2018: Grandchildren →

I was working at a Christian school on the dark and depressing day that Donald Trump became president. I was heartened by the number of colleagues who came to my office to check on me that Wednesday morning. Those friends understood that Trump’s win did not feel like a win for people of color. I … Continue reading My Black History 2016-2017: Trump →

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 →

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 →

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 →