All posts by Rozella Haydée White
On Saturday, May 4, 2019 in the early hours of the morning, a beloved child of God named Rachel Grace Held Evans, died. She was surrounded by her beloveds – her family and friends; those who prayed and sang and wailed and anointed her body as she took her final breaths. Rozella Haydée White and … Continue reading Rachel Held Evans Taught Us to Question Faith & Love Big
The Arrest of T.I. Shows Us No Accomplishment Outweighs Being Black In America
The arrest of megastar rapper, T.I. proves, once again, that no matter how much fame and wealth you have, your blackness will never be forgotten or overlooked. My blackness will never be anything but black.
A Letter to Thursday Welcoming, Friday Complicit, & Saturday Grieving Churches
Dear Thursday Welcoming Church, Today is such an intimate day in the journey to the cross. Having a meal with friends in a home and engaging in foot washing is about as connected as you can be. I’ve learned that this is a key piece of the Christian story – intimacy and connection. When we … Continue reading A Letter to Thursday Welcoming, Friday Complicit, & Saturday Grieving Churches
As My Mainline Church Dies – I’m Beginning the Search for a New Christian Community
I know that there is no such thing as a perfect community. I am not searching for perfection. I’m searching for faithfulness, for intentionality and for a willingness to change and grow.
Changing My Name Made Me Question My Identity
My name is not an abstract thing anymore. It has become the foundation of my identity. If I’m honest, it always was but societal and cultural pressure led me to believe that it was disposable. I was brought up thinking – not because of any overt pressure but by subversive messaging, which can be worse, in my humble opinion – that I couldn’t fully be who I was until I took on the name of a man in order to validate my existence.
As A Feminist of Color – These Are the Lies I Need to Stop Telling
I’m a person who others look to for inspiration. In times of crisis and despair, I’m called on for prophetic truth telling. These are my gifts and my call. However, today I’m struggling with this call. I am trying to hold together seemingly disparate parts of myself. I’m trying to lead in the midst of coming to terms with some truths that have recently been revealed; truths that I’m ashamed of admitting.