P.S. to “Beloved”

A preacher’s sermons are inevitably informed by experience—her own experiences, the experiences of congregants or others she knows, as well as communal/global experiences. So it is no surprise that my sermon on 9/27 had “Beloved” as its...

Beloved

This morning, my daughter pranced out the door on her way to another day of second grade. She was pleased as peach with her self-selected outfit, her dark curly hair (inherited from her Kenyan father, kept “down” with a headband today), and the academic...

Lament to the Savior

There is a disconnect—a chasm, it seems— between the brilliant expanse of the sun-glittered ocean stretching out to meet the blue sky and the reckless, shocking abuse of authority that ends a child’s party with Tasers. The abundant violets and pinks arrayed in...

Black History Month Is Personal

My seven-year-old daughter wants to know why there are only two African American students in her first grade class. She is one of the two. “Is it because of slavery?” she asks me from the back seat of the car. “Because I was thinking that lots of Black people died...

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