i remember singing Christmas carols in a little Arkansas chapel. my friend Jon was leading but he didn't really notice us. he was singing with his eyes closed and not to me but to Someone Else. and for the first time in my life, i did the same thing.Read More
I’m breaking up with You. You were good for me. When we first met, it felt good to stand for justice, to cry out against injustice. To stand against racism, corruption and to stand up for refugees, immigrants and vulnerable children. And it felt good to have new outrage friends. Yes. The outrage was good. Maybe even supernaturally ordained. And I will keep speaking out when called upon. Thank you for helping me find my voice. I didn’t bury my anger, I spoke up.Read More
We hear them often. The phrases: Time is short. Make the best of today. Live like there is no tomorrow. But they usually don't register with me until a disturbance. A death or loss. A magnificent defeat. Maybe this is one of Dorothy's parting gifts to me. How do I live for today? How do I love now?Read More
These tragedies tear open our hearts and cities. They strain us. Bring up old wounds of racism. Expose systemic injustice. So we cry and protest and rage. When our protests and tears and prayers fail, we lose hope. And then, when another tragedy strikes, we are eviscerated - left standing alone in the streets holding our intestines in our bloody hands.
But there is another story you must hear. A story the media is not telling.Read More