The Church as a unified collective needs to sacrifice whatever narrative we are holding on to that’s preventing us from standing up for people of color.
“Every song DNice played, especially the ones that made me stand up and scream “Yaaaassss HONEY that’s my JAM!” allowed me to remove the noise of fear and anxiety and worry and center myself in joy and jubilation. Each song took me to a place in my mind, in my history, that reminded me of the abundance of life I’ve already lived and my capacity to create more if I just kept living.”
Using your spiritual eyes requires empathy, I think. The ability to sit with and stand in the shoes of someone. Contrary to what some believe, empathy is not some crystal ball, demonic, mind-reading trick
It sounds good to say “forgive yourself” but maybe it’s better to say, “Beloved, you’re okay. You don’t have to forgive anything. Just surrender that thing to the One who can actually cancel that debt. Then just keep living.”
Resistance, for me, feels like a wall in my brain. It feels like an impasse. I physically feel the tension and pressure in my brows and neck. I also feel my thighs tighten and a weird sensation in my stomach.
We want 2020 to show us something else. We want to arrive into this new decade with something else on our mind. I’m here for it. But...
Too many of us, I think, have lost our child-like sense of wonder. We don’t be believe in magic or miracles unless it was created on a CGI screen and chronicles the story of a Jedi.
I know Advent is supposed to be about anticipating his coming. We are supposed to be rejoicing at the baby savior and singing good tidings. But I also think we must accept that the joy of Christmas lives side by side with the pain of the cross.