Race
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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Called Qualified
It was easier for JT to become an “Executive Pastor” than it is for most people to become an Executive Assistant in New York. Hillsong pronounces people “pastors” like I pronounce people “cool”, it is completely arbitrary and based on nothing more than a feeling.
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What Was the Date?
It’s all a blur. And time is basically irrelevant at this point. It doesn’t matter what day it is, it never feels like that day to me and I am always surprised when I find out. And if I tell you a story of something that happened in quarantine, please be aware that it could […]
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WWJD? He Would Stop Trying To Be Like Jesus
My friend loves Friends. Loves it. That show was, is, and as far as I can see, always will be her jam. So in most any situation, at almost any time, she can relate a real life situation to some situation in that comedy, or one of her flesh and blood friends, to a character […]
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