Year: 2021
My Kind of Trauma
On November 5th an instagram post went up, it was a picture of some white people I knew… thought I knew? Kind of knew? But in retrospect, never really knew at all. And maybe I kinda knew that, I wasn’t even following 4 out of 5 people in the picture. I was good with just knowing of them. It was a nice enough photo, but the caption was jarring. It was an explanation that what the photo seemed to portray wasn’t exactly the whole picture.
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No Ordination Love
If I could tell Sam Collier anything, it would be to run – to therapy, to an accredited seminary, to decolonization work, to transparency and accountability, to healthy leadership – to anything to get to the truth about the ounces of him that have made him susceptible to this kind of harm and primed to perpetuate it.
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I Get It
Your faith is dangerous. And not in the cool storming-the-gates-of-hell kinda way you might be imagining. The devil isn’t scared of you, but I am. Of you, for you. Because COVID is cold and impersonal, it is the genetically engineered shark in Deep Blue Sea and you are Samuel L. Jackson standing on the edge.
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Hillsong Atlanta
I’m going to encourage the people of Atlanta to remember and take to the heart some of the final words of that launch team video: Without you, Hillsong Atlanta doesn’t exist. It’s just a dream. A nightmare that does not have to come true. Atlanta does not need Hillsong.
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Burn It Down
Hillsong is what it is, and what it is, in the kindest, least-controversial description I can muster, is unhealthy. I don’t think many would dispute that. Even among people who still attend Hillsong, a general theme seems to be “being the change” – people are hanging on and hanging in there, in hopes of making Hillsong into what we keep being told it is: a good church. But it’s not.
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