First I needed to meet a progressive, gracious God.
How My Mind Has Changed
Christians have an opportunity to transform a faith that has fueled genocide, slavery, war, and kleptocracy.
It began when I realized the church has always had a process for changing its mind.
Then I had to learn to love God.
This is true of failures in writing, in faith, in life itself.
I’m throwing in my lot with the poets and painters, the novelists and songwriters.
How I became the kind of person who wants to do the work to which she’s called.
It’s been replaced by a thriving irrigation hose.
When I can't figure out what something means, I give the problem to my mind.
I used to wonder about the propriety of faith in a White Jesus. Now I struggle with the efficacy of faith at all.
Theology was not optional for me as a child. It was a matter of life or death.
The Spirit is God’s wild card, played over and over again when old forms fail.
I know one thing: there is holiness.
Early on, I got caught up in the logic of the Spirit—and in the steady beat of black life.
The Vietnam War forced Protestant ethicists to consider Catholic teachings about war, and I learned much from Catholic colleagues. My outlook was also changed by ecumenical contacts of another kind.