We live in a cruel and hard world. We always have, but Western white Christians have been insulated from corruption, violence, and oppression for a long time. We have cruised along, dropping aphorisms in the face of other people’s pain. God bless America.
How can we best address the way privilege can open up paths of restoration for all? Where is my place in making a difference?
Dividing lines will always exist. But they don’t have to define us. If we are afraid of the titles we hold over one another, then we must learn to give each other grace within those beliefs.
Deconstructing faith means deconstructing everything, because in America, faith is mixed with empire, whether we want to admit or not.
The Bible is not God perfectly revealed… Jesus is God perfectly revealed, and the Bible gives us a glimpse of Jesus.
“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
What the gatekeepers of evangelicalism always seem to miss is that we wouldn’t care about being “left out” if we didn’t still love the same things they love. We are not clamoring to return to our old ways of thinking, but we’re also not trying to infiltrate and corrupt people with mind games.
I, too, once loved those statues, not so long ago. I thought they stood for resilience and pride, for the other side of every story, for a nation grappling with the sorrows of its own rending.
When did loving our neighbor as ourselves become a matter of convenience or preference?
Churches try to upsell Jesus to the mentally ill. They say that Jesus will solve all of your problems. It is only through Christ that you will find joy. How can you be a Christian and be so depressed? Don’t you know that God will lift your burdens if you give them to Him? It’s sad-shaming. And it only perpetuates the problem.
What the world needs now is for dividing lines to be seen but stepped over, to be recognized but not given power, so that on either side of everything, we understand who we are to be – people to other people; friends to enemies; lovers in the midst of hate.
The suffering of others is tragic and now a generation of Americans feels smug in their anger, empowered by the collective resistance that arises from it.
Have the courage to love yourself without the safety blanket of self-righteousness. Have the courage to love someone else without assuming you already know who they are.
We have all been raised in environments with prejudices that have rubbed off on us. Do NOT become paralyzed with guilt. Give yourself some grace for being human.
This Lent, I'm taking up a #BlackLivesMatter reading list. I'm doing this, because as a white Christian, I need to repent of my own complicity in a culture of white supremacy and listen to the stories of my black brothers and sisters long ignored and neglected by our society.
We were all born to be better. We were made to receive the love of God and to be with other people. There is no limit to the goodness you and I are meant to behold and to reflect, no end to the joy and love we can spread.