Seeking shade
Today, I need to stand in the shadow of something taller than me - something sturdy and living, deep-rooted and lasting, that whispers timeless secrets as the wind passes through.
Today, I need to stand in the shadow of something taller than me - something sturdy and living, deep-rooted and lasting, that whispers timeless secrets as the wind passes through.
How many women today can testify: The church culture, to which we have given ourselves, has used us and used us to make someone else look good, while profoundly rejecting our personhood, our adulthood, our worth, us.
In the very act of seeing what is brown, murky and decidedly unsafe, there’s movement. There’s life. And the light is breaking through.
Choosing to go with God where my church culture had forbidden, I had no clue how much seeing and grieving lay ahead. And how very much love and life.
Fifteen years ago, I began a journey of awakening. The end of that journey exposed the beginning of my life. At long last, I saw the hard-to-face realities and easy-to-embrace fantasies in my childhood that led to everything else.
Still today, what many churches teach as the biblical view of womanhood is, in reality, the Confederate view of the good Southern girl.
How could I write about rest, in a season where rest seemed to have permanently fled?
"White men are not the secret weapon (to dismantling injustice in the church and beyond) ... but Jesus is."
Bringing forth a viable book - or any other work that is living, breathing and life-giving - requires waiting and cooperating with God through the whole gestation period, however long he designates it to be.
My great-great-grandfather, Lorenzo Whitaker, fought for the Confederacy in the Battle of Gettysburg. He was wounded and taken prisoner in fighting that left his unit decimated and most of his comrades dead.
The day I finished a book about the life of Esther, that was 20 years in the making.
One weekend in March 2012, I met with a small group eager to seek what God wanted to show us through Elijah’s life and times. None of us has been…