But even if the economics of DACA were reversed, the gospel call would be no different. We are a people who embrace the stranger because we too were strangers once.
Dear Brother, You have told me many, many times–and I’m sure you’ll tell me again–that you are not an activist. You wear the shirts I buy you, and you welcome the book recommendations, but you refuse to clothe yourself in the word “activist.” You refuse to burden yourself with this label. I see where you … Continue reading Dear Brother: You Too Are an Activist
Written on August 25th on Facebook, the day before protests in San Francisco, CA. Posted on August 27th, the day of protests in Berkeley, CA. I am so fucking furious right now. People of color had been crying out for months. During the primaries. After the RNC. Leading up to the election. The United States, … Continue reading Why I’m Going to the Protest
We need to figure out how to work through those tough moments when we say and do racist stuff. Because it is going to happen, the question is – how are we going to respond? It’s not going to be easy, but I’m rooting for you.
Yumei and Yulan are sisters who grew up in the San Gabriel Valley, aka the 626. Mei is a rising high school senior, and Yulan works as a programmer by day. They are both passionate about feminism, justice, and intersectional Christianity. This is a recent conversation they had.
I wept as people shared their stories of fleeing home, being separated from family, not having access to basic social services. I wept as people shared their stories of triumph despite impossible odds, stories of anger against unjust systems and their hunger for home. I had the distinct feeling that, were Jesus on earth, he would be at that rally, comforting people, wiping their tears. Maybe he would even grab the mic and lead a chant. That was the most profoundly I had felt the presence of God since the election.