writing the journey
We are not “waiting for Jesus to bring justice when he returns.” We are doing what Jesus told us to do as part of the creation of wholeness in our lives.
And as such, “waiting for Jesus” is silly by these lights. We don’t wait for someone who said he’s already here and always here.
You cannot understand Jesus if you have not an inkling of the theology of the Black church. Of womanist theologians. Of theologians of the “underdeveloped” world who cannot align themselves with empire because they are themselves under the boot of empire.
What is the answer we tell a father like Danté who just wants to send his kids to school and expect to see them return? What do we tell the mother in Tehran who sent her daughter to school, a smart, clever girl who is her hope for the future, and both of them not a clue that at the end of the day there would be no reunion?
I do know this: what we are telling them now, as always, will always never be the truth.
Loving your neighbor does mean holding them accountable to our common principles and common humanity, and it does mean that there is a time when the consequences of violence and terror and destruction will be paid by those who commit the acts.
Warning your neighbor away from the actions is a way to show love by warning them away from the consequences.
Seeing change in people will take time, sometimes far more time than we have patience for.
We have the Constitutional right to peacefully assemble, to petition the Government to listen to and respond to our grievances, and the right to say what we will without prohibition. (James Madison, primary author of the First Amendment
It’s finally done and published. Whew! This summer, along with my other activities, I helped edit a book of essays…
We just do not allow Black people in America to just exist. To be. To be learning and growing. To make mistakes and then figure out the way forward. To be children who are innocent and who love fun, who are mischievous and scared and reluctant to admit they’re scared. To boast and exaggerate, to hide and crawl away. To try new things and even reject them. Or to discover their talents and pursue their interests to become fulfilled in life.
Jim Crow is an evil, yes, and many of us have a social response of “that’s so terrible.”
But we do not want to admit how terrible it was and is again.
We are a country of people proud to be Americans but so ashamed of our actual history that we erase it and suppress it from being taught and learned and seen.
Some seventeen years ago now a man I didn’t much know but with whom I sparred asked a question of me that changed the course of my life: “You do know that I’m Black?”
Yesterday I was talking with my Haitian friends in Haitian Creole for about an hour as we were planning how to set up our class to teach Haitians how to speak American English. Per my request, they talked a little more slowly and with fewer idioms than usual (although they did throw in an idiom that I got right away with my brain rapidly connecting the imagery with cultural aspects of Haiti, and man did that feel good that I did that!).
One day I’ll be good enough to interact with native speakers who don’t know me and who don’t give me grace for my mistakes.
I had my retirement lunch today with my team, along with a few people who showed up unexpectedly from past,…
I’ve come to know many Haitians who are delightfully unique in their outlook on life as they are in their accents and vocabulary, which gives me no end of headaches as I try to figure out yet another idiom or unique word play I need to understand so that I can grasp their meaning.
Adventures in translation This was my “wrapped the chain around the axle” moment today. My assignment this month is to…
Back in July or August of 2023 my left thigh started bothering me. Certain kinds of clothing irritated the heck out of it, but even without anything touching it, I’d have this numb-prickliness
My previous post was
Why does the world exist the way it does that a people confined to a third of an island in the Caribbean are seen as less-thans? How do they grapple with the faith that comes from white people to their land, given to them to give them hope, and yet used as a tool by those same white people to call them despicable names and degrade them?
I wanted to reflect upon what I learned this year, and also think of how my knowledge will affect my choices and behaviors in the new year…
I had already decided to make my order entirely in Haitian Creole. Which was a good choice, because the staff at the restaurant were not speaking English.
The oppressing side in its acts of oppression is doing wrong by nature. There is no “just” oppression. Whether it is cruel or superficially “kind,” oppression is wrong and cannot be redeemed either by language or a reduction in cruelty.
Well, I will continue my journey. It’s been a wonderful adventure that not only has helped open up a language and a culture and a people I never knew before, but also has changed me in how I see the world and understand those who live in.
in those decades of following Jesus, I’ve listened to uncountable sermons and Bible studies, often led by people with great earnestness, who have said “oh, if you only knew the Greek/Hebrew/Aramaic you’d see stuff in the scriptures that are hidden to you because you only know English.”
It is weird to me that I can read these materials and kinda get the gist of them, but golly they are way more complex (to me) as an English-speaking student who has so little comprehension of Haitian culture and idioms.
It’s been a while since I last updated what I’m doing as I’ve been on the journey to learn Haitian…
You just can’t get into Haitian culture if you don’t try pikliz. It’s colorful, flavorful, with a kick of spice, & epitomizes Haitian cuisine and culture.
I felt so slow and ignorant. I’m not that advanced, not at all, and I am a slow learner who is just not going to get much further along than I am. I’m feeling so discouraged.
