When I arrived at her doorstep broken and marred by the crossfire of my parent’s pain, she had over 50 years of life in the kiln to assist me while I was yet a lump of clay forming on the potter’s wheel. Life hardened her and left her with a strong enough foundation for the both of us to stand on.
I laughed. It struck me hilarious to associate fuel consumption with patriotism, and yet appropriate; a fitting command for our deeply consumerist, highly capitalistic nation. However…the statement sunk in, most probably because my husband and I have been thinking about buying a new car…
Florida is a diverse state znd you would think we could have open and honest discussions about race. Yet, when I engage in conversations about racial profiling and Stand Your Ground laws I see two separate and opposing Floridas. A White Florida and a Black Florida.
Talk is cheap: throw your support behind efforts to protect and conserve that creation toward which you theoretically should feel much greater responsibility, and you might look less hypocritical.
When I was seven years old in the mid-‘80s, Mom started taking my brother Marco and me to Grace Bible Baptist Church and School in rural New Hampshire. We’d pass by all these well-attended, high-steepled liberal churches to worship in a squat, utilitarian building hidden on a back road in the woods, with a congregation […]
After coming back from my two days at The Justice Conference, I can’t quite decide whether I am more challenged, inspired, frustrated, confused, optimistic, pessimistic or just tired. I have struggled with what it means to be “A Biblical Activist” for a while. Not because I don’t want to be an activist, or I don’t […]