In March 2014, the Lord asked me to do something drastic: fast from all forms of social media for an entire year. For some, a year without social media is a no-brainer. But for a fresh-out-of-high-school, image-obsessed, must-be-in-the-know-at-all-times girl like I was, keeping myself from Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram seemed about as impossible as chopping down a tree with a plastic butter knife. Read more →
It’s not a real problem, until it is OUR problem.
We have said that many times since we moved into the O4W of Atlanta, but last night we experienced a more intense problem in this city that we love.
Parking was limited, so Dhati dropped the seven of us off near the stadium while he went to park. Decked out in our Hope-Hill and Inman t-shirts, we were joining hundreds of others to watch the Grady-Carver High School football game at Grady Stadium. Aside from a fight that broke out at Starbucks as we were grabbing some dinner, it was a peaceful and quiet evening—nice weather and an amazing skyline to take in. Read more →
A couple of years ago, my family and I moved to the Westside of Atlanta. Like most people, who look at our neighborhood from the outside looking in, we understood it to be a low income, primarily African American community that was also culturally and religiously diverse. So, we thought we were coming to reach the socially and economically depressed, under-resourced, unchurched people of our city. As we began to engage our neighbors, we quickly realized that we would also be faced with the unique challenge of sharing Christ’s love with what could be classified as “Cultural Christians.” Read more →
So, I spent last week going to an area of town called Little Five Points with the aspiration of talking about Jesus to a few people every day. Now, understand, I’m a strategist. I’m a guy that has a strategy and a plan for everything. When I’m invited to play a new board game with friends, I’ll sit out the first round and try to come up with a strategy before I dive in. That’s just who I am. So, as we were driving to Little Five last Monday & Tuesday, I thought about how I could ensure that I actually got to have a conversation about Jesus that wouldn’t get cut off by somebody having something to do. That’s when it came to me.
I’ll try to engage someone that doesn’t have anything else to do!
Who doesn’t have anything else to do? The homeless people that are overlooked by everyone else. Read more →
A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to sit down with Chris Broussard (Ok, you got me. I sat down at my computer and emailed questions, and he sat down to email his responses.) and discuss what it’s like for him to be a Christian in the media. While he admitted there are nuances, for the most part, he linked his experiences with those that every Christian with a secular job faces. But I’m sure on Monday, the difference was clear. When someone asks us where we stand on a controversial topic, only a few people will be privy to our response. Maybe a thousand or so if we share our stance via social media, and that’s still if half of our friends and followers aren’t just spammers selling fake Jordans! (I digress.)
But when someone asks Chris Broussard what he thinks, on ESPN, just about the whole world will know. Yet, as the smoke clears–in the wake of Chris Broussard’s bold, yet polarizing, commentary regarding Jason Collins’ announcement about his sexuality–amongst the debris are some things I believe deserve further investigation within the hearts of Christians.
What would you have said if ESPN asked you (randomly) for your thoughts? Read more →
Once again, with a heavy heart, I am writing about a tragedy that has occurred in our society. Yesterday, during the Boston Marathon, a series of deadly bombings ripped through the crowds injuring over a hundred of people, even killing two. This senseless act of malicious violence once again confirms the bleak, desolate state our broken world is currently in. During his White House address, President Barack Obama declared that he would find those who did this malicious crime and they will “feel the full weight of justice.” I whole-heartedly agree with the President and his bold cry for justice, but I tend to wonder if I truly understand what justice means at times. After reading my Bible in hopes of finding light to this situation, I stumbled across a passage that wrecked my heart. As I share the following words I read, please tread patiently with me through the entire article. In no way am I trying to senselessly disarm this situation with heartless Christian divergent tactics. I am only trying to humbly bring light to the truth about difficult situations such as these in hopes of bringing peace to those who are hurting. Read more →
So, we’re one week into the new year. If you do any type of writing, you’re kind of locked in to having to write something about the new year before you’re allowed to write about anything else. Consider it an unwritten rule. It’s kind of like the whole concept of placing money under the free parking space in Monopoly. Somewhere along the line, someone came up with that rule, and it gained wide acceptance. But look in the actual rule book—it’s nowhere to be found. Although I usually don’t abide by unwritten rules, I found a good reason to position my colorful dollars under the board in hopes of giving you a new perspective on resolutions.
“I don’t want to be that girl,” my friend Fiona says, “who waits by the phone.”
And suddenly it all becomes clear. “But Fiona,” I say, “you are that girl. I am that girl. My mother is that girl and her mother before her. We’re all waiting by the phone.
“You think there is a cure for waiting by the phone, but there’s not. The phone call doesn’t cure it. Dating the guy who calls doesn’t cure it. Marriage doesn’t fix that ache to be remembered and singled out and loved. Lovesick is just how we are. It’s an illness. Even when you are married, you have times when you wait by the phone.”
Every four years we see the true character of our nation. In the summer, we’re as united as Americans can be as we cheer on our athletes in the Olympics. Grown men of all races sit around TVs in homes, restaurants, and bars cheering on people we don’t know playing sports we’ve never heard of. We unite under the banner of being American and revel in the fact that we live in the second greatest country in the world (second only to the great nation of Texas, of course). No sooner than the Olympics are over, however, we immediately transition into Civil War mode, and we become the most divided country in the world when politics take center stage. Isn’t it amazing how the trivial unites us, but the vital divides us? What does that say about where we’re headed? What does that say about what we really value? The best way to unite our country is to get us to compete in games that mean nothing, and the easiest way to divide us is to try and get us to cooperate in the building of our society, which in some sense means everything. If that’s not an indictment on where we are as a country, I don’t know what is. Read more →
Life offers us, if we’ll let it, many opportunities to become expert followers. . . Just so you know, I wrote this several years ago. It is not in response to any of the current leaders in my life, either at home, at church or in our government.
“Your path led through the sea, your way through the mighty waters, though your footprints were not seen.”
The context of these verses is the incredible story of God’s leadership of his people out of Egypt, through the Red Sea, and into the Promised Land. As I began to picture the men and women of Israel standing on the banks of the Red Sea – roiling waters before them, raging enemy closing in behind them – I could only imagine that they were anxious and afraid, but also that they were angry with Moses for leading them to what was surely imminent death. Knowing my own nature and the tendency of most of us when we aren’t in charge but want to be, I can picture that the Israelites were disgruntled with Moses for what appeared to be botched leadership. And because they were effectively trapped between two dangers, unable to fix or change the situation themselves, they grumbled and complained. What else could they do? Read more →
Last night, all around the country, kids, teenagers and adults (not just parents) did something bold and courageous. They went up to their neighbors and strangers alike asking for what they wanted: candy. In most cases (of course, there are those stubborn apple-givers) their requests were obliged. But what if the lights were off at one house because no one was home? What if someone opened their door only to tell them they weren’t giving out candy? What if they didn’t get the candy they wanted at that old guy’s house? Unshaken, they kept knocking. Door-to-door they went with hopeful hearts. What they hoped for was enough to keep them knocking.
“Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think.” (MLK Jr.) Well, Martin, here are my thoughts…Take 1
So, I was thinking about codependency. Maybe you’ve heard that word used before; maybe you haven’t. One of my pastors dropped that word (bomb) on me some months ago, and it has since become more common in my speech. It has been my struggle—once unknowingly—for some time now: the need for another. Read more →
My desire as I wrote Christianity and Politics was to 1) expose the sin many Christians commit when we choose to value more highly political ideologies than healthy, honorable relationships with our brothers and sisters in Christ, 2) shed light on Scripture that gives us understanding on many political issues that divide us, and 3) call Christians to gain our political allegiance solely from God and His Word. Read more →
On September 7, 2012 Amanda Todd uploaded a video on YouTube where she shares about enduring years of bullying in school and online. A little over a month later, October 10, she was found dead. While authorities have not officially ruled the death a suicide, they do not suspect foul play.
Here’s her stirring video:
A few weeks ago, an artist by the name of Propaganda released an amazing work of art. Excellent, the album, has gotten kudos from many; however, one track on the album has been the subject of much debate.
The entire project is in-your-face, and this song is no exception. I think Propaganda spoke blunt truth, because there are many historical facts that aren’t talked about in Christian circles when we discuss the Puritans. Read more →
The more I looked at my life, the more I began to notice that I was truly discontent with it. I found it to be pretty mundane and thus void of any joy. I wanted a change. I needed a change. Everywhere l looked and everyone I talked to seemed to be in one of two camps. On one end, I heard if I wanted to be happy I needed to do something about my life. With all the self-help books and resources out there talking about how to make a “better life now” it only made sense. On the other end, I heard it’s just a phase. It’ll pass. My situation would “get better in time.” I just had to hold on and wait it out. Read more →
2: ROLE of RESPECT: You have the power to breath life or death.
The best way we can help is to breath life into our husbands.
How do you breath life?
God created man with such a uniqueness from women. I wish someone had TOLD ME SOONER! As a woman, I don’t need the same things a man does; they don’t need the same things we do. I see this in my sons and daughters already. Trinity, Jade, and Briaiah need to be protected, pursued, told they are beautiful, affirmed, hugged; their hearts need to be shepherded. Dhati, Brayden and Nathaniel need to conquer, they need to be the strongest, they need to know that their lives count for something and they naturally protect.
I am a mom of six, and I take this parenting thing very seriously. When I am asked to share about marriage and women’s roles in marriage, I ask myself, “If I could have had only two concepts shared with me or two concepts I could share with my daughters, what would they be?” Read more →
When sexual intimacy is ultimate in our mind, every other intimacy feels superficial. Friendships won’t suffice; we feel we need a husband or wife, or a girlfriend or boyfriend. But, as William Struthers states in his book Wired for Intimacy, “[Our] need for intimacy is like the need for a complete diet. It has many dimensions that are best satisfied through multiple means, not just the sugar of sexual relations.”
I was exposed to pornography at a young age—somewhere around 11 years old. I remember being at a friend’s house and finding a Playboy in his parents’ bathroom. It was then that I discovered that I was wired to find enjoyment and pleasure in a woman, or, in other words, the opposite sex. I was captivated by a woman’s form, covered or bare. At the time, I didn’t understand why. I didn’t understand the science behind all of it. I didn’t understand God’s purpose for my sexuality. But I didn’t care; I just knew it felt good. I knew there was pleasure in the fulfillment of my sexual desires.