Fighting Words

Jesus is Lord! I’ve been singing this since I learned my first praise song under the wing of Mary at Saint Nicholas Church. Those around me sang it with a triumphant yawp. We’d summon our religious fervor and pierce the sky with our declaration about God who reigned supreme. We stood exuberant in our praise. […]

My Current Shape Is Worthy

[Trigger warning: Mention of disordered eating and controlling behavior.] By Fritha Washington I’ve always had a fractured, troublesome relationship with food. My mum was anorexic and my dad loves to eat–I grew up in a home where food was simultaneously worshiped and reviled. My slimmer sister stopped having periods and this was viewed as an […]

Calibrating My Sight for Liberation

He’s African American—a threat. She’s Mexican—an immigrant, maybe an illegal alien. Her hijab says she is a devout Muslim, a mother of terrorists. His accent marks him as an outsider and thus, suspicious. Our current society shapes our sight of others in ways that are incongruent with the imperatives of Scripture. In days like these […]

Sometimes We’re a Little Too Willing to Sacrifice

There’s a story going around Facebook this week about a woman who was asked to take notes in a work meeting. One of her male colleagues started his presentation and out of nowhere said, “Martha, you take notes.” He kept going without even waiting for a response. At the end of his presentation he asked […]

How Far Can You Run from a Label?

His drawing of a strawberry was lopsided, the printing was primitive, but the proud smile on my little guy’s face was as genuine as the ring of strawberry jam that circled his mouth. He’d made the jam and then had labored over the personalized labels that made each jar an announcement of his creative mastery. […]