Musings

6 simple ways to can love a Black person

First, Ahmaud Arbery was shoot down. Then, George Floyd was suffocated on asphalt of Minneapolis. Amy Cooper called 911 desperately crying that she was being attacked by a black man who in reality stood far away from her video taping her dangerous little drama.  It’s been a parade of terribly sad events for America. And… Continue reading 6 simple ways to can love a Black person

adulting, Adventures, Musings

Love Notes

I became a teenager when the “Purity Culture” in the height of its intensity. I read I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Joshua Harris and When God Writes Your Love Story by Eric and Leslie Ludy. God was going to send me my Prince Charming on a dazzling unicorn and we would be swept up in… Continue reading Love Notes

Musings

The time I accidentally got on the wrong side of a Social Justice Movement

I rarely get on the wrong side of social justice movements since I am a black woman –probably one of the least statistically privileged group of people on the planet. I am covered by both the #BlackLives matter movement and the #MeToo movement. I really should know better too. I have felt that twinge of… Continue reading The time I accidentally got on the wrong side of a Social Justice Movement

Musings

The Naked Gospel

When I first came to you, dear brothers and sisters, I didn’t use lofty words and impressive wisdom to tell you God’s secret plan. For I decided that while I was with you I would forget everything except Jesus Christ, the one who was crucified. I came to you in weakness—timid and trembling. And my… Continue reading The Naked Gospel

Musings

4 reasons why I am clinging to the Protest

Supposedly, the Roman Catholic Church and the Lutherans signed a document declaring that we are saved by grace through faith to good works. This ended the Protestant Reformation. While l agree that we are saved by grace through faith which is manifested in good works, I am not convinced that the Protestant Reformation is over.… Continue reading 4 reasons why I am clinging to the Protest