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An English Speaking God Is A White God

“Father God, thank you for the food laid before us. Please sanctify the hands that worked the ground for it and the hands that prepared it. Bless it to our bodies. In Jesus’ name, Amen” This is the prayer I’ve recited before meals for about 22 years. I think I was 8 years old when I first memorized it. I remember hearing these words from the African American missionaries who … [Read More]

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The Tenderness of Pain

I was surprised and not surprised when my thumb started hurting. After all, arthritis, not the Force, runs strong in my family. As they aged, both my grandmother and … [Read More]

Let Me Be Broken With You

My eyes were stinging from crying. My body was shaking as I tried to contain the sobs that were jumping out of my throat. Desperate and sad, I longed for someone to … [Read More]

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Our Bending-Low Jesus

My mother has been gone for just over three years now. Her physical departure was a time of both grief and relief, for I had been losing her, bit by bit, over the … [Read More]

Sisters in Mental Illness: A Story of Redemption

Trigger Warning: Mention of sexual assault, abuse and suicide attempts. "...that is what faith is. Living in the not knowing and trusting that God has something … [Read More]

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The Red Couch: Practice Listening; Practice Being Wrong

A Note from Red Couch Book Club Editor Annie Rim: The way we're engaging with books here at the Red Couch has changed this year––you can read more about these changes over here at What's Next for the Red Couch? Instead of an introduction and discussion post, … [Read More]

Abba-Amma. Beloved

  When I first started practicing Centering Prayer in earnest, focusing on a sacred word to bring my thoughts back to the Presence of God, I daily focused on the word beloved. I was struggling to see anything good in myself. Borrowing from the … [Read More]

I Am Black and Beautiful {Repost}

By Micky ScottBey Jones | Twitter: @iammickyjones Editor's Note: This post was originally published in 2016. ______________________________ I am black and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of … [Read More]

A Poem for Little Black Girls

By Rachel Meier  A note from Rachel's mother: My daughter is Congolese-Canadian. She is 12 1/2 years old and has been deeply affected by recent events in the United States. She was frustrated that we couldn’t attend the protest in Vancouver last night, but … [Read More]

Pave the Way, Freedom Fighters

Dear Freedom Fighters, The ones who are out on the streets and the ones who are demanding justice and accountability. We see you. We see your grief, your anguish, your outrage, your fear. We see you show up in spite of it and because of it. We hear … [Read More]

Giving in to the Ache

It happened while sitting at the kitchen table yesterday morning. A buttery bloom of sunshine spread slowly across my left shoulder and I turned my head toward its warmth. In the middle of the table sat the pink peonies I had cut the day … [Read More]

To Live in Easter

We celebrated Easter each in our own homes almost a month ago. Still, according to the church calendar it is Easter. There are years where I revel in the length of Eastertide. I walk through the 50 days expecting resurrection at every turn. What miracle will I … [Read More]

Owning the Power of My Name 

By Lindiwe Mpofu | @bylimbo The meaning of my first name Lindiwe translates to “the one we have waited for.” My grandmother named me after my mother endured seemingly endless hours of a complicated labor that threatened to take both our lives.  Each time … [Read More]

Still Walking Those Seven Miles

First came our stay-at-home orders. They went into effect in mid-March, right at the part of Lent when my forty-day practice felt less Draw-closer-to-Jesus and more Oh-no-I-forgot-to-practice-Lent! Our entire state was asked to give up friendships, gatherings, … [Read More]

A Letter to My Daughter—A Class of 2020 Graduate

To my high school graduate, Here we are, nearing the end of your senior year.  This is not how I imagined this year for you. It’s not even close to what I’d hoped it would be. I know you have watched class after class of seniors celebrate, make memories … [Read More]