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My Survival Is My Resistance

By Michiko Bown-Kai | @queerkenosis Trigger warning: Mention of sexual assault.  When I was 21 years old, I was sexually assaulted. Even though I was a proud, self-professed feminist since my early teenage years, it was not enough to protect me from the intense shame I felt after the assault. While I could easily talk about how survivors deserved to be listened to and … [Read More]

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Not My White Jesus: A Conversation with Karla Mendoza

Editor-in-chief Leah Abraham sits down with Karla Mendoza to talk about why debunking the myth of a white Jesus is crucial, especially for womxn of color, and what … [Read More]

The Jesus Who Affirms Our Goodness

Trigger warning: Mention of sexual abuse Email subscribers, please click through to the website to watch the video or visit … [Read More]

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When A White Jesus Is Present

A few years back, when I was visiting my family in India, I remember my grandfather turning to my seven-year-old cousin and pointing to his arm. “Look at the … [Read More]

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. … [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]

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 my mother, once avid seamstresses, watched their joints gnarl like old tree roots; the pain … [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 tell me it was going to be okay. But the sheet wrapped around my head was muffling the cries. … [Read More]

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 previous decade. My father’s death in 2005, followed by my youngest brother’s sudden death four … [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 better for us." This month, we're invited into Christine Hallman's story. Christine, who is … [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]