We all create the ministries that we never had. I’ve heard all sorts of people say this in a variety of forms. Sometimes from of place of love and tenderness. At other times the sentiment has been shared from a less pleasant place. The driving philosophy, is that out of our wounds, we give birth … Continue reading The Birth of a New Queer Christian Movement
These are things I shouted at the TV during the State of the Union. Pence is looking at Trump like Snape was looking at Harry while muttering a spell during that one Quidditch game! This is like a 3rd grade “Be whatever you want” pep talk! Except more nationalistic and riddled with Christian supremacy! Giving … Continue reading Things I Shouted at the TV During the State of the Union
In the words of the Prophet Angela Davis, “freedom is a Constant Struggle.” In this present darkness that we find ourselves, it has become critical to heed and embody this truth. We live in world where Nazis openly march on the streets and where said white supremacists are met by a gang of angry clowns. … Continue reading Self-Congratulatory Allies Are A Parasite on The Movement
Marsha, a Black Drag Queen, began our march into the liberating light. Would honor her, take up his torch, and lead our community into the liberation of Jesus, the light of the world.
I look at myself in the mirror and I see no value, no worth, no dignity. I see insufficiency. I see repulsion. I see something unsightly. I tell others that they are fearfully and wonderfully made but I can’t stomach the same medicine. It’s a bitter taste to bear.
In the midst of the conversation I was asked, “Why are you so angry about this? This doesn’t even affect you. You’re not Native American.” Now, there are million things wrong with that line of questioning. However, I leaned into a particular part of the question that cast an even more particular degree of Puerto Rican shade: “Whatchu mean I’m not Native American?” (Insert side-eye)