I’m trying something new. I read and pass on so many links during the week that it’s hard for me to keep track of all of them when I want to go back and re-read something. I thought I’d try a new way of organizing and sharing links. You can scroll down and zoom out…
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Day 31 – What I’m Into Oct 2014
What I’m Into – Sept 2014
White People, White Power, White Platform
The great thing about social media is that, if you want, you can get to know lots of different people. The not so always great thing is that it’s a very public venue. Which means that sometimes we get to put what we write about into public practice. Naming. Dismantling. Getting at the core of…
A Little Peroxide for the White, Wounded Quest
‘But make no mistake. Privilege is real, and so is oppression. We live in the same country, in different worlds. The town of Ferguson is speaking up; this is the time to listen, and pray for justice.’ This is the time to listen, he says. Well then. Listen up. Racial work is hard. I’m kind…
Love Sounds Like Metal
It’s a sound. A metal sound. When you’re 10, love sounds like metal. You’re lying in bed, upstairs in the old farmhouse. The room is covered in wallpaper probably from the 60s, and you are buried under layers and layers of blankets. Grandma is always worried about the cold, so she piles you high with…
The Art of Being A Passive Neighbor
I live where I do in large part because of people like downwardly mobile D.L., and Grace, Christena, and Suzannah, and because of their slow and steady dripping words about race and privilege. I live in a poorer sort of neighborhood on the blacker side of town. And before we moved, I had read books on ‘missional living’, being rooted…
Am I My Brother’s Keeper?
“Prosperity breeds amnesia.” You don’t need enough money to be ‘rich’ in order to be prosperous – just enough to pay the bills and then some. Just enough to insulate you from the reality of life for the most. ‘Having enough’ as we think of it means you can pay to cover the miles…
How and Why I Write
Blessed are the Form-Fillers?
Jonathan is a new friend; and he has quite an interesting life, and writes fantastic poetry. I’m happy to have part of his story here today. The phone rang, an unknown number. The caller did not introduce himself, yet my wife recognized the voice of someone from a Christian organization. And he got…