2008 was the first election I voted in, but I did so begrudgingly. My evangelical upbringing informed a view that voting was important, and particularly voting for a certain party, but I was unconvinced that change really happened in the political sphere. I was just becoming acquainted with the work of folks like Dr. Ron […]Read More On Voting
We have turned our eyes to carefully track the steps of Jesus all week. We watched as the crowd cheered and gawked at his ironic, and somehow still triumphant entrance in to the city. The crowd shouted “Hosanna! Save us!” and we too, echo their cry in our own ways every day, “Jesus, save us…” […]Read More None of this went as planned
** In the wake of the marches on Charlottesville, Virginia on August 11th and 12th I have decided to write about my journey (still in progress) of divesting myself of whiteness, and some of the things I’ve learned along the way. Before getting in to discussions explicitly pertaining to race, I believe it will be […]Read More Confession
“It just all seems so…divided.” The descant rolls on and on from so many of my friends and peers; believers from all walks of life. The words are paced with shocking consistency. They are set to a meter like a metronome, the rise and fall undifferentiated. And it’s true, I can’t remember a time in […]Read More Riding in on a donkey
“Do you feel safe?” Well, not always. I’m getting used to it now. The wide eyes and once-in-awhile gaping mouth. “Where do you live?” I live in the inner city. On purpose. And I have no plans of leaving. I have been robbed five times. I have witnessed a drug deal while sitting on my front […]Read More #Justice: A Peek into Urban Violence w/ Megan Westra
I’ve found myself altogether discontent lately. Maybe it’s just that I’m tired of wearing snow boots and my sub-zero parka every day. Maybe it’s just that the sunlight never seems to come bright enough, for long enough. Maybe it’s that as I pound out miles on the treadmill, unattainable images of which to measure beauty […]Read More Owned (A Lenten Meditation on Excess and Simplicity)
I am an eternal optimist. I look for the best in people. Always. My greatest bent in life is to look for the ways in which things and people, systems and structures may be restored. I just see hope and potential everywhere. Brokenhearted people, antique furniture, neighborhoods crumbling under the foreclosure crisis, students who have […]Read More Heartbroken, Yet Still in Pursuit of Justice
I grew up idyllic and carefree in a valley just beyond the coal fields in West Virginia. I heard about abuse, I read about it, I knew that it sometimes happened. That sometimes a woman would get beaten by a boyfriend or husband. I knew about rape, but it never happened in my world. It […]Read More #Justice: A War Cry Against Gender-based Violence
He’s exactly what you would expect of a 6th grade boy. High energy, an alternately charming and maddening blend of extreme silliness and budding sarcasm, an affinity for jokes involving rude body noises and a distaste for homework. He can be tough, he puts effort in to his “devil may care” demeanor. Tried to cover […]Read More Did You Forget?
This post is the second in a series discussing the book Dangerous Presence: Following Jesus Into the City by Jason Butler. You can read more about or purchase the book here. What About Bob? Butler begins his second chapter by introducing readers to his friend Bob. “[Bob is] older than most of my friends. At seventy-five, […]Read More Dangerous Presence – What About Bob?