I’m Saying Goodbye to White Jesus
July 12, 2016
Growing-up I had an image of Jesus; I’m talking about a literal picture that graced our family room, my Catholic school hallways, and the homes of most of the Christians I
Growing-up I had an image of Jesus; I’m talking about a literal picture that graced our family room, my Catholic school hallways, and the homes of most of the Christians I
If Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were white they would still be alive today. White people need to admit this. We need to stop rationalizing the killing of young black men
I’m so tired of Christian prayers. I imagine God is too. I’m quite certain the people we so readily say that we’re praying for are tired of them: Praying for
A new Church is coming, or rather with each passing day it is becoming; person by person being renovated. Heart by heart it is waking up. For a long time
Growing-up I had an image of Jesus; I’m talking about a literal picture that graced our family room, my Catholic school hallways, and the homes of most of the Christians I
If Alton Sterling and Philando Castile were white they would still be alive today. White people need to admit this. We need to stop rationalizing the killing of young black men
I’m so tired of Christian prayers. I imagine God is too. I’m quite certain the people we so readily say that we’re praying for are tired of them: Praying for
A new Church is coming, or rather with each passing day it is becoming; person by person being renovated. Heart by heart it is waking up. For a long time