I am taking a course on the music of the civil rights movement, and the PBS Documentary “Eyes on the Prize is required viewing. I have found myself feeling incredibly angry because there is SO much that has not changed since the civil rights years.
I wrote this poem as a way to express some of the feelings and frustration that I feel.
Today, I begin my third and final year of seminary which has caused me to reflect on where I sense […]
At the beginning of September, I was contacted by a representative of an organization called Bread for the World about […]
I won’t delve into the details of what has been going on with RELEVANT, a Christian media outlet that caters […]
“It’s hard to leave your church home,” my mom said. Her voice hung with a note of sadness that didn’t […]
The following is the text of a sermon that I preached as a guest speaker at a local church. Blessed […]
As we enter homecoming/spirit day season, I want to make you all aware of something that I didn’t know was […]
I do not expect every black person to be as outspoken about racism and justice as I am. It would […]
Black people can’t escape indignity, even in death. It is a privilege for one’s memory to Rest In Peace.