The saints tried to move the Earth itself in an attempt to save this boy from himself. Jamal sat in the middle of this circle of twisted divine intervention and waited. He waited for the shouting and the praying and the beseeching to end. He waited for the olive oil to stop dripping down his forehead, for the backs of those saints to straighten. He waited for his father’s wrath to subside, for the belt to take its last swing. He waited for silence.
“ Oh, they tell me of a home far beyond the skies Oh, they tell me of a home far away Oh, they tell me of a home where no storm…
This is not a ‘throw Josh Duggar in the fire’ piece, but rather a comment on how we speak about these issues, the hypocrisy I find rampant in anti-gay rhetoric…
Let me start: I am not a theologian; I am not an aspiring clergy; I am not even a Christian. However, I recognize that I am an expression of the…
Recently there has been much ado about the viral video showing a brother allegedly delivered from same-sex attractions. The video was passed from facebook activist to facebook activist, with few…
First (Pre-Coffee) Thoughts: Who is this sister? Why is she writing falsehoods about dead black leaders and black history? Where did she learn to do research? And..even if her history…