Who Does She Think She Is?

Just five minutes. For just five minutes I will share something that I’ve been avoiding for much of my life as a triple minority. I’m an African American, woman, with Bipolar disorder who loves Jesus. I wouldn’t feel so much secret shame if that was the end of my story, but God had the audacity…

My Prayer for the Church

IN a Church where the blood of Jesus has become jargon. And we only call His name when we need to bargain. Blood bought children of God living as orphans… bowing to Baal asking Yahweh to bless our nonsense We boldly ask “Where is our God?” He says, “Where is my Church?” Prostituting under every…