Family/Relationships

Who Are Your People?

Jesus replied, "My mother and my brothers are those who hear God's word and obey it."  - Luke 8:21 NLT Let's face it. No family is perfect. Not the Obamas, the Bush family, the Kennedys, nor yours. Families are made of imperfect people that did not choose one another. Parents choose to have children, but… Continue reading Who Are Your People?

Family/Relationships

Don’t Go! Those Hypocrites Need You

There are thousands of horror stories about "church people" and I have heard 'em all. Visitors being asked to move from a member's seat? Heard it. Deacon sleeping with the pastor's wife? Heard it. Drug boys flipping money from the offering plate? Heard it. Abusing innocent children? Pastor high on crack in the pulpit? Tithes… Continue reading Don’t Go! Those Hypocrites Need You

ChristianLiving, Family/Relationships

Sticks, Stones, and Names Can Kill You

You remember it. "Sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me." As I grew older I realized that this little saying was not true. Names, and the words we utter from our lips, can certainly hurt. Many people have suffered emotional harm from being called names. Beyond the emotional wounds,… Continue reading Sticks, Stones, and Names Can Kill You

Family/Relationships

Love Never Fails. Relationships Do.

1 Corinthians 13 is one of the most quoted love poems ever. Most importantly it reminds us that love never fails. I know. I know. Right now you are thinking about that person you loved dearly and it all fell apart. You're thinking about the pain of your failed marriage. Love never fails. However, relationships… Continue reading Love Never Fails. Relationships Do.

Family/Relationships

Motherhood with Wisdom, Power, and Faith

In the current environment I'm fighting like Rizpah to keep the scavengers from tearing away at my sons-- their dignity, honor, self-esteem, self-image, and life itself. I have to watch police, politicians, teachers, coaches, store clerks, and strangers who might consider skittles to be dangerous. Every night I fall into bed, I thank God that my sons are alive and pray they live another day.  It's a real, not at all irrational, fear of this Black mother.