Originally published: April 17,2025You who try to justify your crueltyby law, by policy, by Scripture twisted into chainsYou who bomb the innocent and call it peace,who deport the desperate and call it order,who deny care to the sick and call it economics, who lock away the hungry and say they should have tried harderThe Lord…
Originally published: April 17,2025 This morning, I’ve been sitting quietly with John 13. A sacred moment unfolds before us—Jesus, on the eve of betrayal, takes off his outer robe, wraps a towel around himself, pours water into a basin, and kneels to wash the feet of his disciples.He doesn’t preach.He doesn’t perform.He simply serves.And in…
(Originally published: April 16,2025)A Holy Week Reflection on John 13:21–32 Today, I am tired.Not the kind of tired a nap can fix, but the kind that settles in your bones when you’ve been holding too much for too long. The kind that comes from standing at the intersection of grief and hope for too many…
Originally Published: April 15,2025 Dear Friends in Christ, As we walk once more the sacred road of Holy Week, I write with a heart both heavy and resolute. I know you feel it too—the ache of the world pressing in, the sacred weight of our calling, the unspeakable sorrow we carry for the people we…
Originally published: April 15,2025 “Sir, we wish to see Jesus…” These words echo across time and space, don’t they?They could just as easily have been spoken today—from a grieving mother on the Gaza border, from a transgender teen seeking sanctuary, from a migrant family at our southern border, from a young person despairing at the…
Originally published: April 14,2025 Yes. Yes. Say it again. Cry it loud.An innocent brown-skinned man was sentenced to death.An innocent brown-skinned man was sentenced to death!An innocent brown skinned man was sentenced to death!And we—we who dare to wear the name Christian—walk through Holy Week as if it’s a pageant.As if the cross is a…
Originally published: April 8, 2025 I will not risefor hollow words.Not when justice lies face down,its breath pressed out beneath the weightof power unchecked.Not when mothers wake to absence,and freedom wears a numberon its back.You ask me how I doand I could lie,could paint my sorrow in polite colors,could swallow rage like communion wine.But the…
Originally published April 7, 2025 Woe to you, America, land of plenty, where the fruit of the earth rots in silos while children cry themselves to sleep with empty stomachs. Woe to the lawmakers who line their pockets with gold while ignoring the widow, the orphan, and the refugee at the gates. You call yourself…
There are days when the weight of the world settles so deeply into my bones that I can barely move beneath it. My nervous system is frayed, stretched between urgency and exhaustion, between the call to speak and the desperate need to withdraw. I don’t say this lightly—I feel the fractures in our nation, the…
There is a sickness in this country. It has taken hold not in our bodies, but in our collective soul. It is the sickness of unchecked greed, white supremacy, authoritarian rule, and the deliberate dismantling of truth. It is the sickness of a nation that has abandoned morality, abandoned justice, and abandoned its own people…