“I long for the day we don’t need food pantries and we don’t need Black Lives Matter protest to state the obvious. Black Lives Matter and people should be fed and not hungry in the richest country in the world.”
An interview with author Sophfronia Scott, “If we can come to the table with what’s missing, only then can we find the possibility of completion.”
“Your questions are of the devil,” I was told at an evangelical youth conference in high school. My insides responded confused, “huh? What the hell just happened?!” But, instead of speaking up, I went along with the adult in the room and regretfully shut my mouth.
The fullness of liberation lies with the fullness of voices. And so long as I participate in perpetuating the domination of cis-white-male voices in spiritual leadership, I perpetuate slower movement toward the fullness of liberation for all people (shoutout to Womanist methodology).
To what am I willing to be present and awake? What ills of society am I identifying with? How am I yielding to social action as sacramental?
As I confront my own role in racial injustice, I think about the false narratives embedded in white supremacy.
Antiracist work is not comfortable. It requires a continual willingness to step into discomfort, lest we be complicit.
For today’s contemplative, looking only to the Desert Mothers and Fathers for examples of contemplation and mysticism is to dismiss half of what these things are. We must not fail to also look to yesterday and today’s Black and Brown contemplatives who have “turned the ‘inward journey’ into a communal experience.”
Note: This is about recent news about what has been done to black and brown bodies in America, if you feel you cannot read more about that, I understand. This is written to white people. If you don’t identify as white, you are still welcome to read, but please know this is not in anyContinue reading “Dear White People (including myself): “How much TIME do you want for your ‘Progress’?” James Baldwin”
Last week, I had the opportunity to be with a group of friends from all over the country. With each of us in a different state, we gathered at 9 in the morning until about 5 each night to discuss what it means to find our call, know our voice, and live into the creativityContinue reading “Zoom Diaries: A Week’s Lesson in Finding Voice”