July 7, 2019

Susan Banyas’  The Hillsboro Story:    “If you were Charlotte,” I ask Doris, “what word would you choose to weave into the web—to save the world?”  “Friendship,” Doris says, “for everybody just to try friendship. That’s hard to do.”   Robin DiAngelo’s  White Fragility: Why it’s Hard for White People to Talk About Racism:    "Interrupting the forces of racism is ongoing lifelong work because the forces conditioning us into racist frameworks are always at play; our learning will never be finished. Yet our simplistic definition of racism - as intentional acts of racial discrimination committed by immoral individuals - engenders a confidence that we are not part of the problem and that our earning is thus complete.”

Susan Banyas’ The Hillsboro Story:

“If you were Charlotte,” I ask Doris, “what word would you choose to weave into the web—to save the world?”

“Friendship,” Doris says, “for everybody just to try friendship. That’s hard to do.”

Robin DiAngelo’s White Fragility: Why it’s Hard for White People to Talk About Racism:

"Interrupting the forces of racism is ongoing lifelong work because the forces conditioning us into racist frameworks are always at play; our learning will never be finished. Yet our simplistic definition of racism - as intentional acts of racial discrimination committed by immoral individuals - engenders a confidence that we are not part of the problem and that our earning is thus complete.”

June 16, 2019

“Fatherhood is caring for my family as myself. Being so moved by the will and passion of others, that I come up with compromises. I move out of the way, so my child can move freely. I move in front of her, when there is danger. I move against her, if she is putting herself or others in danger. But always moving. Always loving. Rarely am I ever unmoved, when I think of her.”

“Fatherhood is caring for my family as myself. Being so moved by the will and passion of others, that I come up with compromises. I move out of the way, so my child can move freely. I move in front of her, when there is danger. I move against her, if she is putting herself or others in danger. But always moving. Always loving. Rarely am I ever unmoved, when I think of her.”

April 7, 2019

"In our teachings as an Anishinaabe people, where we are now is referred to as the time of the Seventh Fire. It is said that long ago prophets came to our people and they said that at the time of the Seventh Fire, we as Anishinaabe people would have a choice between two paths. One path, they said, would be well worn, but it would be scorched; the other path, they said, would not be well worn, it would be green. It would be our choice upon which path to embark. Frankly, I’m pretty sure that’s where we all are now. And the time has come for all of us to choose our path.” —Winona LaDuke

"In our teachings as an Anishinaabe people, where we are now is referred to as the time of the Seventh Fire. It is said that long ago prophets came to our people and they said that at the time of the Seventh Fire, we as Anishinaabe people would have a choice between two paths. One path, they said, would be well worn, but it would be scorched; the other path, they said, would not be well worn, it would be green. It would be our choice upon which path to embark. Frankly, I’m pretty sure that’s where we all are now. And the time has come for all of us to choose our path.” —Winona LaDuke

March 31, 2019

The foundation of Christendom is now cracking and crumbling after centuries of enjoying a position of power and influence. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s even a God thing.  Maybe God is actively dismantling the false idols of power and security amassed through decades of colonization and Christendom.  Maybe the gospel call for love and liberation simply can’t mix with the mortar of slavery, forced assimilation, and white supremacy upon which many of our churches was built.  Maybe the foundation Christianity in the U.S. is simply too shaky to stand the test of time as moral arc of the universe bends toward justice.  Maybe we are in the midst of our own Babel moment.

The foundation of Christendom is now cracking and crumbling after centuries of enjoying a position of power and influence. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe it’s even a God thing.

Maybe God is actively dismantling the false idols of power and security amassed through decades of colonization and Christendom.

Maybe the gospel call for love and liberation simply can’t mix with the mortar of slavery, forced assimilation, and white supremacy upon which many of our churches was built.

Maybe the foundation Christianity in the U.S. is simply too shaky to stand the test of time as moral arc of the universe bends toward justice.

Maybe we are in the midst of our own Babel moment.