In Which I’m Pretending to Be Close to God

White blades sliced the sky as a field of giant windmills pounded the air, their arms ambling round and round in rhythm. We were beginning our bi-annual night drive from the Midwest back home to Colorado. Our three kids were clad in PJ’s and snuggling stuffed animals in their car seats, readying themselves for a […]

Dear White Supremacist

Dear White Supremacist, Do you think we would ever sit at a table and share a meal together? Would we ever share our stories, fears, thoughts and opinions with each other? Would we look into each other’s eyes, and see our own reflections? Do we belong to each other? I’ve been wondering this for a […]

The Pulse of Water

On days when the wind arrives heavy with smells from the North and the Gingko trees start bleeding gold you can stand at the edge of the lake and watch it quietly lap at the shore Sometimes when you close your eyes you can even feel the pulse of the water and all its tender […]

Following God, Even When It Hurts Like Hell

By Beth Watkins | Twitter: @iambethwatkins I grew up reading a great many books about missionaries, pastors, and people in ministry. I listened to people of great faith—people sold out to God, people living radically—and in my tender and impressionable early teenage years, it sometimes made me cry. I felt as though they were speaking right to […]

How Dare I Get Tired of Fighting Racism?

Here’s the truth: I am tired of fighting racism and even as I type that I can hear my own privilege. I am tired of that too. I spent most of the first half of my life in exclusively white spaces. Everyone in my neighborhood was white, so was everyone at my church, and everyone […]