In Christmas and Advent music, both secular and spiritual, there is a theme of homesickness and longing. “I’ll be home for Christmas, you can count on me.” “Oh there’s no place like home for the holidays.” “Oh come, oh come Emmanuel, and ransom captive Israel.” “the hopes and fears of all the years are met … Continue reading Homesick for Justice this Christmas
If you’re reading this, I assume you want to talk about consent. Here’s the first lesson: there’s no such thing as implied consent. Consent is often so cloaked in awkwardness or overly polite language – you’ve heard the one about a cup of tea, right? I mean, that’s great, and it’s helpful, but “Keep Calm … Continue reading Make Consent Sexy Again
Last month, my white friend apologized for a crime she committed eighteen years ago. “Suzie,” she said, using the nickname given to me by my elementary school peers, “I often think about how I used to make a spectacle out of your hair. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how that may … Continue reading Reparations Can Look Like Two Words: “I’m Sorry”
This past Sunday I did something I’ve never intentionally done on a Sunday post-Labor Day: I didn’t watch football. In fact I watched everything but football to resist the temptation of tuning in – Princess and the Frog, Pelham 123, the same 9/11 documentary that runs every year around this time but seems to get … Continue reading I’m Boycotting the NFL for Celebrating Violence & Punishing Non-Violence
While I wish Jesus gave us a quick fix to end empire that transcends time and place,
he didn’t. Instead, he offers us a way to sustain our resistance by calling us too to be salt of the earth.
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