God gave me this image of staying and playing in the rapids right around…
“What did I do?”
I have asked myself many times in the past year. I asked myself this question even more as the new year started, the “anniversary” of the start of this pandemic happened,
My heart is breaking
as I remember how it used to be:
I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
leading a great procession to the house of God,
singing for joy and giving thanks
amid the sound of a great celebration!
Her faith in the goodness of God proved to be authentic in the way she was an empathetic companion to Mary, her cousin and the mother of Jesus, and not embarrassed of her own pregnancy or her young cousin’s unwed…
When I was discerning what to do after seminary, the verse that recurred to me was “The steadfast love of the Lord endures forever.” I could not have received a more powerful word for what would come. As I interned and interviewed in different churches, sometimes I...
I started as a Community Liaison in Yonkers which opened many connections and showed the needs of our City. I saw how homelessness was rampant and as I met some of the population, I was moved to do more. It began with a closing of a shelter. From engaging in the...
We each experienced a refreshment in our reflections that offered an invitation to walk and move in faith, hope and love that is described, expressed and gifted below. May it offer you newness in your perspective and experience presently.
“I wasn’t taken seriously. ‘He wouldn’t do that!’ was the dismissive reply.”
These accounts have been rejected and dismissed for too long. The rise of Women’s Marches, the #MeToo Movement, and the #ChurchToo Movement are giving victims of sexual harassment and assault a platform to tell their stories, to be heard, and most importantly, to be believed.
This Lenten season, I am drawn to the witnesses: the grieving women looking on at Jesus’ crucifixion with their hearts breaking, mourning and wailing for him as recounted by Luke. The Gospels of Luke and Matthew also tell us that these many women
The day after the elections, I walked into my elevator, and a big, tall young man the age of my daughter said, “It’s gonna be tough.” I looked at him and replied, “We’re gonna watch out for each other.” He gave me a smile, a soft “Yeah,” and a friendly punch on the...