Evolution of a #HolyBadAss
"The way you articulate your position...., you know, you're so articulate for a...." [expletive deleted] I speak like the people I know. Those I spend time with, those whom I love. Those who raised me, those who raised them, etcetera. English, well-spoken and well writ, is our first language. We go to college (we graduate). We're normal.
This is about to be a series. I have a number of things to be pissed-off about where the Community of Faith is concerned, but I'll start here.
I am growing, but like my beloved Granny, I was not on the Peacemaker line for long as they handed out spiritual gifts. I got impatient and left. A sistah had a lot to do.
I find myself so frustrated by the dearth of Grace practice by so-called Christians, that I'm inclined to profess my humanity on the regular. We are forgiven y'all, not perfect. (and you wonder why I wanna cuss?)
I'm probably begging for trouble, but as I often tell friends, I'd have to borrow an F to give one. I am making my declaration. I may very well be "ghost" on social media tomorrow, the 2018 celebration of the life and legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. It's been a week, and …
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In a Sunday sermon, I heard the following… “When we turn to God, we are made whole.” That's when I understood. This part of my life is now complete. I am evolved, and I am not alone. I am emboldened by the tribe that surrounds me. My OneWord did not choose me, it birthed me.
I believe in an Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent God, although the Perfect, Precise image of Him I envision may not be yours. Nonetheless, my faith is Unceasing. Continual. Powerful. Undeniable. Even as I question it. I am grateful to have arrived at myself. I believe in love, and that it is a verb. I declare that …
Continue reading "#GentlyAngry-A Manifesto inspired by Romans 12:9-21"
I believe in free will, knowing that the Perfect Will of God leads us to and through things in order to bring us to the places we need to be.
Today, I'm talking Race, Culture, Identity, and Faith over at my new home. I'm joined by brilliant women who make me want to dig deeper and reach further, and I thank God for the opportunity.
It will be eight years ago this fall that I wrote and published this brave story. Brave because I hadn't ANY idea what I was doing except taking the advise of a friend that I trusted. I was obeying a call, and I am grateful. That obedience profoundly changed my life. I now write professionally for a living. I have grown, but I had to start somewhere.
It's a brown liquor and blues kind of day. A day after which, like an exhausted toddler, I will collapse in a heap on the floor. Tantrumed out. Bereft of tears. BOF. Being a Black Girl Who Rocks is my superpower, but my cape hangs limp today. Precious Lord, I am tired. I am weak. …
I believe neither in accidental nor random. This morning, these words from theologian Frederick Buechner hit me hard, dead upside my head. "What God says, on the other hand, is "The life you save is the life you lose." In other words, the life you clutch, hoard, guard, and play safe with is in the …
I do not believe in coincidence. Jeremiah 1:5 instructs us that before we were formed in the womb, He knew us. That means that nothing can be hidden from Him; it is only when our eyes have opened, only when our souls are ready to receive….that is when it is time. It’s been one hard …
He went to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, and on the Sabbath day he went into the synagogue, as was his custom. He stood up to read, and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it is written: “The Spirit of the Lord …
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