I knew I had made a mistake not doing my standard preacher background check. The evangelist of the day was a tall blonde man in his late thirties wearing a striped-blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his long arms. His hair was slicked back and even from the fifth row it was clear he used tooth whitener. He opened with a story about using airplane rides as witnessing opportunities.
The truth of the matter is that I have never had an interest in raising children, but admitting as much as a Chinese-American Christian woman often feels like treason. I am having to critically rethink what it means to honor my parents and parents-in-law, as this is probably the first point in my life at which I am able but staunchly unwilling to toss aside my own thoughts and feelings for the sake of behaving in the manner they desire or expect. Suddenly, my husband and I are not doing what our parents want. Suddenly, we have the audacity to rebel. Suddenly, we are no longer the “good” kids.
Little more than a decade ago, I was a Christian staunchly opposed to gay marriage. On Friday, I was a Christian who celebrated the Supreme Court’s ruling.
I am a part of a church that raises racist white people who then kill people of color who are educated in our institutions. That may seem like an oversimplification to some, but this truth broke what was left of my heart and I plunged into despair.
It’s a perfectly natural state. In fact, statistics show that the majority of American adults live with this condition. It’s important to remember that this condition is not fatal, not contagious, and is not to be pitied. It’s also worth noting that each and every one of you was born this way. It’s time to […]
I can’t breathe. I can’t swim. I can’t walk on the sidewalk at night or down the street during the day. I can’t play outside with a toy gun or inside where they are sold, I can’t listen to music too loud and now, I can’t even pray. When did being black become the number […]