I am excited to be part of small group that has launched a year-long series of dialogues to better understand the dynamics of racism and exclusion and discover ways to foster greater belonging. We’re...
With the backdrop of a fractious national conversation about race, a small group of local pastors plus a few of us from the community have started a year-long series of dialogues aimed at trying...
I grew up the daughter of a police officer in small rural towns in Central California. My childhood was sheltered and protected. We lived paycheck to paycheck and moved a lot. I have experienced...
I am excited and a bit anxious about being part of this group of well-intentioned and very white group in exploring what it means to be white, what Blacks, people of color and Indigenous...
When I watched the video of Mr. George Floyd being killed, I wept. I wept for Mr. Floyd. I wept for the man so devoid of human compassion his eyes were blind and his...
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, Catch a nigger by the toe; If he hollers let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.[3] Wikipedia Such a simple rhyme, it rolls off the tongue easily. I cringe when...
Being a Methodist pastor and son of a Methodist pastor means I have moved about every 6 years of my life, and have lived in 10 different communities across Washington and north Idaho. They...
“Bend Me, Shape Me’ was a popular song released in 1967 sung by the group “The American Breed.” It speaks of a man willing to be bent and shaped by the woman he loves. ...
I grew up in rural Minnesota with the understanding that each of us is called to give freely and fully of the gifts we are given. For me, that translated to 30 years as...
“Is that the room with the quad?” My brother Nathan’s hospital bed earlier this year eventually became his own death bed. Nathan died March 31st. He had been quadriplegic since the age of seventeen...
