Found Angels – A Poem by Natalie Patterson
There are people in every generation who are willing Willing to stand To step up To do the work We call you The fighters…
Read MoreThere are people in every generation who are willing Willing to stand To step up To do the work We call you The fighters…
Read More50 years ago today Dr. Martin Luther King was shot and killed on a hotel balcony in Memphis, Tennessee. I was not taught enough…
Read MoreI am writing a series of laments. As a white evangelical Christian, I did not learn to lament in my religious or cultural background. This…
Read MoreI am writing a series of laments. As a white evangelical Christian, I did not learn to lament in my religious or cultural background. This…
Read MoreOver 50 years ago on April 16, 1963, Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. wrote an open letter from a jail in Birmingham, Alabama where he was imprisoned. He wrote this letter to give challenge to those that would ask for civil rights to “wait”. He wrote this letter to those that said it was “inconvenient” timing for them to think or act in regard to the civil rights of the Black community. He wrote to those, especially those who were white, that sat in church pews and chairs across the country. He challenged the ideas of what it meant to be a person of faith, and his words challenge us today.
Read MoreIs Anybody Listening? We are a nation of opinions Someone is always talking Which leads me to wonder, Who is listening? Who is taking…
Read MoreLifting our eyes, just in time to see the eagle soaring towards us and then turning away. Silently above us, searching for fish. It…
Read MoreI once asked God about the woman. He answered, I know not of whom you speak. I once asked God about women’s rights. She…
Read MoreWe are a nation of opinions Someone is always talking Which leads me to wonder, Who is listening? Who is taking note? Who is…
Read MoreDo you see the power that is oppressing me?
Have you heard the pundits saying who and why I am?
Do you, can you understand the language of my pain
Do you know if this sin will ever wipe itself away?
Listening to the questions of life at the table of discord.
Black, white, subjugate, indignant.
I. If only we could laugh together With pure joy If only we could play together Running free If only we could trust and…
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