A Vessel of Untold Horrors
We remember you.
Let the queen die in peace.
On Unbridled Passions
“Hard times create strong men.”
Unanswered prayers have become a humbling aspect of my Christian experience.
The victim, according to gatekeepers, is always somewhat if not entirely at fault.
Say no to hate, folks.
Race riots are innate to the American experience.
What was meant to become the zenith of American race relations became, instead, its nadir.
Have we not seen this before? Is America truly too great to fall?
Our thoughts, in a situation such as this, are worthless.
The weight of silver, in all its worth, can lead to death.
Please, for the love of your spiritual formation, stop reading yourself into the Bible.
A syringe was mentioned, numbing was discussed, the site of injection was determined, and a cold grasp felt.
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses.
It doesn’t make sense to me now but it sure as hell did back then.
The shadow of the cross has not disappeared. It echoes through eternity.
Bucha, we have looked upon your misery and we see you.
“From that day on, I did not travel, meet or eat alone with a woman other than my wife.”
The Nazis were not the first to burn children. God’s people did so long before.
What a beautiful hope. A dream, almost, to live in a place where suffering no longer exists. We become immortal hedonists. At least that’s what some Christians make it sound like.
It is February 28 and we are at the end of Black History Month. Tomorrow, we return to the ouroboros of white history and I would advise my friends and acquaintances to be cognizant of that much. Eleven months out of the year is what we spend celebrating the inconspicuous and ubiquitous nature of whitenessContinue reading “Black History Month Closing Statement”
We must take note of America’s unique ability to develop populist demagogues.
“Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt.”
America is but a bridge.
God Is Not Afraid of Your Pain
Oh yes, you do. Just open your eyes.
One word: exhausting.
We are the chronicle and choices of our predecessors.