(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 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…
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…
Note: Why I’m Writing This The recent onslaught of executive orders and policies from the Trump administration has become deeply triggering for me. I know I am not alone. The targeted attacks on the LGBTQ+ community—especially trans people—have unleashed a flood of anxiety. The dismantling of equity and inclusion initiatives also contributes to the distress….
There comes a time when prayers alone no longer suffice, when the weight of suffering tips the scales of silence and demands action. Tables Flip Themselves is not just a poem. It is a cry, a lament, and an invocation for a God who does not merely stand in the calm but roars in the…
There are moments in life when the weight of unspoken truth becomes too heavy to carry alone. The tears slip quietly through the cracks of our carefully composed smiles, and we find ourselves longing for a love that can hold the fullness of who we are—without fear, without condition, without shrinking. I wrote The Weight…
Today, as I watched the burial service for President Jimmy Carter taking place at Washington National Cathedral, a quiet ache settled over me. The words of his family, friends, and colleagues painted a portrait of a man whose life was a hymn of justice, mercy, and humility. Each eulogist shared stories of his kindness, his…
Four years ago today, our nation witnessed something we could have scarcely imagined: an assault on democracy itself. The memory of that day—the violence, the desecration, the loss of life—still lingers like a wound that struggles to heal. Today, as I write this, the weight of those events feels even heavier with the realization that…
As the clock strikes midnight on January 1st, the world celebrates the turning of the calendar, a collective pause to mark the passing of time and the promise of something new. Yet for the Church, this day holds even deeper significance: the Feast of the Holy Name. On this sacred day, we honor the naming…