When my father left when I was nine, my God was a fathering God, a parenting God, one who takes space in my home, in my surroundings, in my everyday experience. I knew the God of the Southern Baptist tradition and the God of the nondenominational church, and then the God of my Native American ancestors, all speaking to me—still.
What pains me is that I have taught him how mean-spirited we can be and how much we crave seeing our opposition fall. He does not wear meanness naturally; I have had to teach him how to put it on. I have made him believe that it should feel good to wear.
Imagine if I wasn’t a white, straight, cisgender, American man who speaks English fluently? It made me think of all those who cross borders – those who are immediately perceived, even subconsciously, as a danger. As different.
I am never going to post stories praising black people for hugging and comforting Nazis. Not on a boat. Not near a moat. Not on a stair. Not near a chair. Not anywhere. It’s the same reason I didn’t share that annoying video with Trump supporters giving Black Lives Matter a few minutes on stage … Continue reading Stop Weaponizing Pictures of Black People Hugging Our Oppressors
I haven’t been smiling much lately. In fact, I’ve been tearing up a lot. And not just because I lived through desegregation here in Tennessee girded in hope, yet now fear the destruction of my nation’s ideals at the hands of white supremacists and sixth-grade-style bullies (with fourth-grade reading levels). This near-crying thing is strange … Continue reading Watching the “Christian” Responses to a Local Mosque Getting Burned Down
We Christians would like to think that, within Christian community, we are kinder to each other. We would like to think that we are better at “doing unto others.” Dear church, here’s the truth: we are not exempt from sexual harassment. We are not immune from sexual abuse. The sound of #MeToo echoes within the … Continue reading 21 Stories of Pastors Being Sexually Harassed & Abused Inside Their Churches #MeToo