with Tracey Michae'l
When one decides to become a believer, a follower of Jesus, they are essentially releasing a degree of certainty in favor of faith (believing what one cannot see). This is actually true across most religions and faith traditions. Ironically, what I notice happening within Christianity—the American strain, in particular--is people don’t actually do this. They …
Nature is probably where I get most of my inspiration and revelation. I’m drawn to the water, in particular. Yes, as a metaphor but also as a real, powerful force. Some of my most profound times of meditation and devotion have been either on the beach or on the river. But because I am drawn …
Particularly in light of social media and the fact that we are constantly inundated with the play by plays of our faves' lives, it’s way too easy to get caught up with trying to keep up with other people. Whether it’s that other writer who makes you want throw your laptop out of the window …
It All Falls Down A Therapeutic Piece by Cycely Parker For the kindness of strangers For the progress of those oppressed For the hope of those who “Have A Dream” For the country who cried “Bring me your poor, your hungry, your tired” It’s... For your mentally ill For your basic liberties stolen For your …
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I firmly believe that the ability to tell our stories is the beginning of managing our narratives. For me, I come from a long line of people who understand this at the soul level. Black and Indigenous people (and the myriad of smaller cultures that comprise these groups) have always had strong oral traditions. In …
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Every other week there is an article posing some version of the question “Why are people leaving the church?” American Christians, mostly White, sometimes even well-intentioned, seem so confused by why people aren't turning to the church in droves in light of the dire state of our nation and world. For me, it’s pretty clear: …
I suppose my expectations were higher for her. I low key expected a man to downplay the experience. To imply that it was my fault and to list all the reasons why being in that room, with that person, was enough to warrant the violation that would forever change the trajectory of my life. …
There were tears, of course. Plenty of those. And in moments where memories were shared, there were smiles and laughter. But there were stony faces also. Strong faces. Faces that stood resolute in the face of a horrific reality. As we celebrated the homegoing of my cousin, Vickie Lee Jones, who was murdered October 24th …
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