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Hope

As we drove through Detroit earlier this month & saw the three remaining buildings standing in the midst of the rubble I felt such sadness. And yet the green ferns peeking up out of the burned forest were a vibrant sign of new life. The busyness of the grocery...

Decolonizing Thanksgiving

I love Thanksgiving. I love the food, rolls and turkey and mashed potatoes and yams. I love cooking these special foods. I love getting up early for the Turkey Trot. I love the time with family. I love the memories of past meals. I love the traditions we have around...

The Kindom At Hand

When I was in seminary in the late 1990’s I deeply struggled with the way our church excluded queer folks. Some of my classmates, who were deeply gifted and clearly called, had to choose. They had to keep secrets about who they were and who they loved. Or they had to...

The Road Ahead

It is exhausting to do the work, to show up and listen, to be willing to change, and to reexamine my thoughts. It is difficult to give up power, to admit mistakes, and to be challenged in my patterns. I get why some folks’ instinct is to walk away, to claim it is...