I am tired of our nation’s social problems. It is easy to get up-in-arms about grandiose tragic events and it is right to do so (my soul is with those Marching in Ferguson). What is more difficult is to go back to our normal lives and reexamine the way in which we all live.
The news this past week has been overwhelming, and has hit close to home for me in multiple ways. Since yesterday, this poem has been on my mind: i have walked a long time much longer than death that splinters wid her innuendos. my life, ah my alien life, is like an echo of nostalgia […]
The story of how I became the first transgender man ordained to the Old Catholic priesthood is a complicated one. I was female and my church didn’t ordain women. This is before I had a sense of my own sexuality, before I had any language for my gender identity.
It was funny to hear people compare Over the Rhine to 10,000 Maniacs, in the way that evangelicals would often link a Christian band to a successful secular band, to show how relevant they were. For all we knew, 10,000 Maniacs might as well have been a literal legion of headbangers, smashing guitars, starting riots and orgies, and getting kids hooked on crack. (Someone should really calm that Natalie Merchant down).
In the wake of the killing of unarmed teenager Michael Brown by Ferguson, MO police officer Darren Wilson, the never ending discussion of racism in America has reared its ugly head once again. This incident has led to a boom of social media reaction and activism; hashtags abound, Black voices loud, White voices noticeably silent. […]
Grace is absent in a world where black men are hunted and caged like animals and where the bombing of nations can be justified.