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…

Absenteeism

I used to ask where were you, but I knew that already Absent, not present, the heartbeat of neglect is steady With each pulse, I’m reminded that I never had a father figure So, with each pulse, I strived to make men gawk at my figure Substituting sex with a stranger to compensate for an…

The Day I Stopped Trying

This year I resolve to stop trying to do better. I resolve to stop relying on my human effort as if I can somehow master things that for the better parts of my existence have mastered me. Am I giving up? Well, I wouldn’t say I’m giving up; I’m giving God______. I am surrendering all…

Why God?

A friend and I were discussing trusting the Lord when you don’t know why. In fact, she stated that I shouldn’t try to understand why but rather continue to believe if not increase in believing. Some situations in life provoke a knee-jerk reaction of “why God?” Why this divorce, why this trauma, why this financial…

Cinderella’s Shame

That twelve-year-old dined in the latrine. They bullied her out of the cafeteria, past the principal’s office, all the way to the grimy lavatory. How could a pudgy, intellect overcome such torment? What made her so unworthy? This wasn’t David against Goliath, this was David against Goliath and his three brothers who were just as…