In the Northern hemisphere, we are just inching past the Winter Solstice. Through Advent and Christmas overwhelm, through the longest nights and the gradual loss of sunlight, we are back now into growing light. As someone who has often felt that lack of sunlight in my body and spirit, I know the relief when the… Read More
As Alicia T. Crosby reminded RevGals last week, the first pride was a riot. In her beautiful description of being a barrier between hate speech and pride celebrations, Crosby asks us about how we assure safe space for LGBTQ+ folx: How are you positioning yourself between people experiencing oppression and those calling for and actively… Read More
Every year, there’s something in Holy Week that resonates particularly strongly for me. This year, it was the words of those complicit religious leaders.* “We have no king but Caesar.” When I talked about this with the senior pastor and our intern after the Good Friday service, I tried to distance myself from those words.… Read More
Racial relations are more complex than the dualities to which we reduce them, and the history of racial relations even more so. Jan Jarboe Russell’s The Train to Crystal City is a history book, but she also highlights dangerous rhetoric and sentiment that prevails in our own time. Russell, a native of San Antonio, traces… Read More
“Do I remain a bystander and stay silent? Or do I become an ally and ask the hard questions about how this might affect the range of people in our community or organization? Do I dare ask explicitly if it will further advantage white people while simultaneously disadvantaging people of color? Do I dare suggest that… Read More
I caught this Pokemon the other day with my son. The thing that I noticed was its attack/defense moves are transform and struggle. In the game, I could not really care less about these things (don’t tell my kid, please!), but the idea of these as primary motions made a connection in my brain with Debby Irving’s… Read More
Where were all the black moms and children? Three blocks from my house sat Rindge Towers, three enormous subsidized apartment buildings full of families of color. Why weren’t we going to the same playground? Were they, like the First Night boy, uncomfortable around crowds of white people? Were my friends off-putting to them? Was I?… Read More
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