Showing posts from January, 2019

Foolish Foundations

Scripture: Matthew 7:15-29
My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus' Name
On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand
These lyrics, penned by the English hymnist and Baptist minister Edward Mote, in 1834 capture a rugged spirituality born at the crossroads of great industrial advancement and civil upheaval. 1834. This is the year when new inventions are being patented every week while anti-abolitionist riots are breaking out in New York City—
The year that slavery is abolished in the British Empire while the Ursuline Convent in Massachusetts is burned to the ground by an anti-Catholic extremist group in the name of Jesus. On Christ the solid Rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand,
Mote writes. I imagine him standing at the intersection of prophetic hope and indescribable despair with a pen and paper in his hands, trying to hold onto a …

Dance As Life Practice

A well-trained dancer knows that when you "pose," you are never really done. You have not completed an action or arrived at a destination. Posing is a continuous action. It is a journey. You stretch and breathe into that thing until it's time to transition to the next "pose."
Such are the seasons of life.
You will never arrive.
Arriving is a journey. 
Once you get to a sort of destination, there will be something else to arrive to; that is, if you desire to come alive over and over again.
There's nothing like a dancer who emptily sits in a pose. Great dancers know that the more you sit in a position instead of breathing through it, the harder it will be to transition to the next movement. In existential terms, there are no poses.
Only movements.
Only motion.
Only change.
So, be a good dancer today. 
Breathe through this season.  Grow.  Come alive!
Get every bit of energy out through the tips of your fingertips & the split ends of your hair. 

My Life is Menstruating

I feel like my life is menstruating right now ...
Stay with me folks...
I feel like the discomfort and agony (which is not unfamiliar because it reoccurrs) is because I'm releasing some things from my life in preparation for the next phase of this journey.
I feel like the egg has run it's course--certain experiences, certain relationships, and certain conversation topics have run their courses--and now it's time for me to, in gratitude, release it... and I'm in pain... and it's a beautiful agony... but still agony... And still beautiful because cycles are essential.
I wonder how many people fight releasing to avoid the agony of menstruation?
Or because we don't trust the cycle?
Or how many of us have yet to find the beauty in the cycle as a God-ordained essential part of life?
There have definitely been times in my life when I've fought the process of release. I can think back on some decisions I made two and three years ago that might have been better fo…

Surviving the Community that Supports R. Kelly (and Men Like Him)

Read Finding Love After Sexual AssaultHere
My brilliant colleague, Danielle Williams Thiam, preached a sermon this fall on the rape of Tamar (2 Samuel 13). In her sermon she pointed out all the ways in which, not just Amnon, but the community and world in which Tamar lived participated in her rape. "Rape is a communal sin," she preached. I honor her words as a sexual assault survivor and as an advocate for holding the collective responsible for the violation of women's bodies, particularly the bodies of black and brown girls. ______________________
For every person who knew that Deacon so-and-so (who was in with the pastor) was touching little girls and turned their heads cuz they didn't want to 'fall out' with the pastor-
For every person who stood outside a closed door knowing that what was going on behind that door involved an abuse of power that ravaged a female body-
For every lawyer who knowingly defended a guilty…