Racialization is assimilation, which is not to be confused with self- actualization. Being beige, that is mixed race, black, brown, red, yellow or white is not something to aspire to. It’s not something that we are hardwired to do. We are not born with it. We are told...
The one who is wise will see their life as more like a reservoir than a canal. The canal simultaneously pours out what it receives; the reservoir retains the water till it is filled, then discharges the overflow without loss to itself. . . . Today there are many in...
Racialization is assimilation, which is not to be confused with self- actualization. Being beige, that is mixed race, black, brown, red, yellow or white is not something to aspire to. It’s not something that we are hardwired to do. We are not born with it. We are told...
And if you don't think you have anything to be grateful for, keep looking. Because you don't just receive optimism. You can't wait for things to be great and then be grateful for that. You've got to behave in a way that promotes that.
Time is very slow for those who wait. Very fast for those who are scared.Very long for those who lament.Very short for those who celebrate.But for those who love, time is eternal.
God is always waiting to be born. And so it is. The magic of Christmas is the magic of our rebirthing God into the world for the sake of peace and goodwill to all creation. Divine birth is both painful and beautiful, as all births are. But this is our part in the...
It’s Christmas! The problem is solved. Now go and utterly enjoy all remaining days. Not only is it “always Advent,” but, now, every day can be Christmas because the one we thought we were just waiting for has come once and for all.
When faced with a decision, many people say they are waiting for God. But I understand, in most cases, God is waiting for me.
When we tell stories that start with a sudden beginning and jump to an ending that only God could write, we skip over a crucial part of the story: the middle. The place where we wait. Where we sit in silence. Where we have no answers. Where our hearts ache and we...
A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes--and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent.