“In a 90’s kind of world, I’m glad I got my girls,” Queen Latifah sings with such conviction. I’m curled up on my couch singing loudly and poorly alongside Ms. Latifah, but it’s not 1993—the year Living Single first aired; it’s 2017—the first year of Donald Trump’s presidency. Fast-forward a week, and I’m on the … Continue reading How 90’s Black T.V. Became My Refuge in the Trump Era
Moonlight is a rare film, harnessing critical acclaim and popular attention while challenging its audience to face a complex reality. Based on playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney’s own story, Director Barry Jenkins immerses us in the life of Chiron, a poor, black, gay man, as he struggles to claim his identity in an unforgiving place. As … Continue reading The Spiritual Quest & The Struggle To Name Ourselves – Review of Moonlight
Church hurt…well, it hurts. And I am no stranger to the ways in which bad theology, abuses of power, misguided politics and bigotry can manifest within a community and influence the ways church folks and religious bullies perpetuate damage to vulnerable, human souls. In Healing Spiritual Wounds: Reconnecting With A Loving God After Experiencing A Hurtful Church, Carol Howard Merritt weaves into just over two hundred pages personal narrative and years of professional ministry experience, providing a compelling case for finding wholeness in God despite experiencing pain at the hands of God’s people.
An Excerpt from Exploring the Bible by Eric Barreto and Michael Chan We never read the Bible by ourselves. Even if you go on a long hike to the middle of nowhere and camp under the stars away from cell phone signals and the noises of the city, you are not alone when you read … Continue reading Why White People Need to Read the Bible with People of Color
Beyonce has given us a powerfully defiant anthem that challenges us to rethink who is respectable, dignified, worthy. All of this while giving us a battle cry for all black women to dream, work and own it, to get in formation with one another, to never forget the child-like joy of running in circles in with your friends.
It seems easy to say I’m, “mixed race.” But I’ve always been extremely hesitant to claim this identity. Racism is such an acidic, destructive poison, that it felt wrong to claim a role that comes with vitriol I never felt. I didn’t want to be like those white people who claim to be 1/16 Cherokee, as if to say, “I can’t be racist, I’m not even white!”