I have observed that spiritual discernment often manifests through the arts. (Also, the sciences, but that’s someone else’s blog.) 

This is my attempt at consolidating the responses. I am from the era of Generation Jones—that slice of time when late Boomers meet Gen X—and many of us, including myself, still have active Facebook accounts. When JD Vance made the statement, “Americans don’t have to apologize for being white anymore,” I posted a question on Facebook for my potential 735 contacts asking if they’d ever had to apologize for being white and to share what happened in the comments . I intended the

I woke up at 3AM today feeling like there was something I needed to remember. Not that I had forgotten anything in particular, it just occurred to me I needed to remember an unnamed…something. I had another birthday a few days ago, so the cerebral files are no less overwhelming. Counting spent calendars was a little like counting sheep, so I probably dozed at some point between 3:00 and 5:30AM. Unsure if I’d awakened with the apparently vital memory secured in the front pock

Bricks That’s a nice truck you’re diving. Would sure hate to see it repo’d because you missed a payment, because you needed the money to buy food. We’re walking to work now, putting in all the hours. To eat. And maybe sleep in our little hovels, the ones we are allowed to afford with the price of gasoline, bread, milk, and eggs, and straw to make bricks, all going up and up, ascending like a feather caught in a whirlwind of hot air updraft, swirling in the slick narratives of

Question: Guess what I thought of this week which is one thing—maybe THE one thing? (please comment if you have another) -- that black folks in America can have, and I mean absolutely ANY African American, of any age, gender, or spiritual tradition, that absolutely NO straight, cis-gender, white male of any age or spiritual tradition can legitimately have, possess, or claim any kind of authentic ownership of? Ever. No matter what they do. No matter how hard they try. They’re

I participated in this year’s Inktober challenge. (For the uninitiated, Intober is a challenge to create an ink drawing inspired by a one-word prompt for each day in October and then post that drawing on social media.) The prompt for day eleven was “Sting”. On October 9 th , Turning Point USA had announced they would be planning an alternative Super Bowl half time show as a response to the late September reveal by the NFL that Bad Bunny is the musical artist booked for the of

I am going to begin with some full disclosure-type housekeeping for this entry. 1) I confess that I am a redemption junkie; I like to see...

The word “revival” has been assaulting my mind this month. “Assaulting” seems like a harsh term to describe a word’s impact on my psyche,...

When you hear the term “deconstruction” in the context of spirituality, what is your gut response? Does it compel curiosity, a desire to...

Not gonna lie. I will require divine intervention to persist in the direction I choose to head. Some would call this entry a "word...

So far, since Dear Leader has sent his goons to chase down "the worst of the worst" for "deportation", I have only seen non-criminals...

T.W. The following addresses the topic of sexual assault and the threat of sexual assault against men mentioned in the Book of Genesis...

Too many people think that too many of us belong under their thumbs. Commit to chewing and clawing your way out from under them. That's...

I know. Nobody needs me chiming in here about Kendrick Lamar’s Super Bowl halftime show, so I will keep it short. I don’t play video...

Bricks   That’s a nice truck you’re diving. Would sure hate to see it repo’d because you missed a payment, because you need the money so...

I am checking in to testify to the fact that in this most recent Christmas season, as an observer of this holiday, I have once again not...

Post WWI economy was characterized by lean times in the United State. Family on my father’s side were devout Catholics, and although my...

This morning I woke up with the following question in my head: “Which is greater for you: Your love of God or your fear of going to...

I stopped attending churches with an evangelical bent over a decade ago. I didn’t realize that I was experiencing marginalization until...

Seething   I have observed him seething with his seething friends, their internal frenzied gears’ teeth chattering away like a battalion...

Precipice   All the money in the world won’t buy any of us an observatory that can see into the future. And even if we could afford one,...