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I had a significant encounter with the police on a college campus several years ago. It challenged the way I view race, power, and the importance of being present.

Faithful minister, brave prophet, unshakeable activist—Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. is a national hero. 

For all its manifold charms—Vince Guaraldi’s evergreen jazz score first among them—the highlight of the Charlie Brown Christmas special is the moment when Linus recites the story of the angels announcing Jesus’ birth.

“No probable cause exists to indict Officer Wilson.”

I have many reasons to be proud of my ethnic heritage and culture.

Are you tired of crappy, superficial, purely electronic friendships?

Over the last few years, I have been seeking out theological works by Native American authors. 

While Jesus was on earth, he went to those who lived on the margins of life. Those folks whom society, including Christian society, wrote off and didn’t care about. He made time for them and had compassion on them. This included the physically ill. The sin-sick. And those with disabilities—the neurodiverse and people with special needs.

Are we doing the same today?

Did you know that Jesus entered the world in the flesh, into a particular context and a particular people? 

In your family stories, are there hints or mentions of a Native family member?