I was thereat the border,barefoot in the dust,my robe torn by razor wire,my name forgotten in the paperwork.They didn’t recognize me.Not with their flags wavingor their uniforms pressed,not with their boots stompingor their hands gripping steel.I cried out“Let the children come to me!”But they took them instead,ripped from brown-skinned motherswhose lullabies could not stop the…
A Reckoning for the War-Makers and the Sleepwalkers You will not bomb your way to peace.You will not drone your way to safety.You will not bulldoze children’s homes and call it defense.You will not flatten cities and expect anything but rubble to rise.No scripture—no sacred text from any tradition has ever blessed that lie.Not the…
Inspired by Ecclesiasticus 45:6–16 & Luke 19:41–48 I stood in the ash of a broken city,my hands lifted like cracked branchesstill reaching for rain.And He, Christ,not high on a thronebut bending low above the ruinwept.He did not weep as kings do,with detachment or distance.He wept like a fatherwatching his son bleed out in a school…
By the fire of justice and the breath of hope I stood in the marrow of midnight,in the echo of drums made of broken bones,beneath a sky that forgot how to pray.And I saw Americanot as she paints herself in glory,but naked in the mirror of the Most High.She wore a crown of corporationsand drank…
Remembering Enmegahbowh, Priest and Missionary, 1902 in the Shadow of Empire He stoodnot with sword,but with Spirit.Not to conquer,but to heal.They called him Enmegahbowhthe one who stands before his peopleand stand he did,between the Cross and the Crown,between tribe and church,between war cries and whispered prayers.He did not bend to empire.He did not sell his…
Because some may have forgotten… Jesus Was Arrested for ProtestA Pastoral Reflection on Resistance, Darkness, and ResurrectionJesus didn’t get arrested for being polite.He didn’t get crucified for minding his manners. He was arrested because he was a threat to the empire. Because he protested everything that degraded human dignity.When we remember the final days of…
Originally published: June 8, 2025 Beloved in Christ,Grace and peace to you from the One who was crucified by Empire, yet rose to reveal that Love will not be buried.I write to you today not from a place of ease, but from a place of holy discomfort, a place where lament and resistance meet.This week,…
Originally published: June 7, 2025 Beloved in Christ,We are a people formed by a story, a story in which the cries of the oppressed rise up to the heavens and God hears. A story in which strangers are not cast out but welcomed. A story in which Jesus, himself a refugee, said, “Whatever you do…
Originally published: June 7, 2025 I don’t normally weep when my boys go.I’ve trained myself, through years of duty, distance,and whispered prayers in empty roomsto offer hugs with open hands,not fists clenched in fear.But today was different.Today, when my youngest turned toward duty,I felt the ache of a thousand motherswhose sons walk into the stormwhile…
…and We Say, No More. Originally published: June 7, 2025 They said,“Immigrants are criminals,”and you believed them.So they zip-tied children brown, terrified, sobbing on sidewalks your taxes paved,while you sipped your latte and thanked them for their service.They dragged kids from school buseswith cartoon backpacks and scraped-up knees.You scrolled past the footage called it fake,…