And the Youth Shall Lead Them

When the Parkland shooting happened last month, I was numb at first. I couldn't even feel the depth of the pain for the Parkland community. There had already been 8 school shootings in 2018 and I thought this one would fade from the news just as quickly as those had. I have never been so glad to be wrong. The students from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School have changed the national conversation about gun control and what the response of survivors can be.

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February Digest

January may have lasted forever, but February was over in the blink of an eye. This month was about settling into the normalcy of life in Atlanta once again. I saw several of the Oscar-nominated movies, went to the opening weekend of Black Panther, and did a lot of cooking. Life isn’t very glamorous these days, as my One Second Everyday App will attest, but I know it’s still where I’m supposed to be.

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Dismantling the White Supremacy Inside Me

I didn't use to talk about white supremacy. When I first began to really learn about the injustices facing people of color in America, it was in the context of reconciliation. I learned that white people and people of color were separated and our communities relationships were badly fractured. These fractures required reconciliation. While that may be true, I've begun to see that I moved too quickly to reconciliation.

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India

In the middle of your time at Columbia, all M.Div students are required to go on an immersion learning trip, either in the city of Atlanta, within the United States, or somewhere around the world. I was chosen for the trip to India, as one of 14 students and led by 3 faculty members. Above all, I am so grateful to this incredible group of peers and professors. I was constantly encouraged and challenged by each of them. 

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December Digest

It's hard to believe 2017 is almost over. It felt like it would never end, but we did. We survived this year. December started with a bit of chaos as I tried to finish all my school work before leaving to come out for my grandpa's funeral. I left the week before the semester ended, so it was a mad dash to finish all my work. I was so grateful to be with family to celebrate my grandfather's incredible life. His funeral was just as he would have wanted it- ending at a graveside with cows in the field next door and people riding by on horseback.

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Advent 1 - HOPE

They say hope is a beautiful thing, but this year, I find it absolutely terrifying. During this time of year, Christians lift up the importance of hope in a bleak, winter world. The first week of Advent is when we are reminded to have hope because we know the light is coming. We have hope in the midst of this long and dark season of waiting because Christ is coming and our hope will be fulfilled. 

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November Digest

Every month has flown by this year but November seemed like an eternity. Atlanta is pretty magical in November- cold and cozy mornings, leaves changing colors, and warm and sunny afternoons. I'm finally learning to appreciate this southern weather. Wrapping up this month as if it was one cohesive entity is almost a joke. This month has held a lot for me- lifestyle changes, preaching for the first time at my church, holidays, a mountain of school work, and the death of a family member. I suppose it makes sense during this season that the first word that comes to mind is gratitude. Gratitude for what life looks like, gratitude for 25 years of loving my grandpa, gratitude for the weather, gratitude for the opportunities ahead. God is good, all the time.

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How Different Life Is

For the past few weeks, I've been driving around Atlanta, attending events, working at my church, and going to my regular gym classes with an extra sense of wonder. Each place I go, I'm struck by the fact that I am known here. I can randomly run into someone at the store and the man who works the front desk at the YMCA on Monday nights remembers my name. These things may not seem like a big deal, but they are to me because a year ago, I still felt alone in this big city. 

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A Year of Rage

One year ago was one of the worst days of my life. I was so full of hope and energy- finally, I thought, our first woman President! I had volunteered for the campaign and cast my vote. I thought I had done my part. This was a woman I was proud to vote for, despite her flaws, and couldn't wait to see her lead. You all know what happened next. It was a night that few expected and forever changed an entire generation of Americans.It's been a year of rage. 

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