I talked to a good friend of mine after my post a few weeks ago: “Sometimes I Wonder about this Thing Called Separation.” In the process of that conversation, I gained a clearer understanding of what I think about separation. I don’t think Christians should talk about separation at all. Or at least, very little. […]
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Sometimes I look at people like my own sweet grandma and my mother in law, who are both in their 80’s, with a pleasant sort of condescension. Their lives revolve around their quilt blocks and their canning and what the neighbor said. For news, they read the Budget. (For the unenlightened, that’s a 50-page weekly
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I didn’t experience race tensions growing up—with good reason, as the rural community I grew up in was almost exclusively white. During my childhood, I remember getting to know only one black woman and her daughter who visited our community from the city for a while. And one fiery black preacher—Ludlow Walker, for those who
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So, I don’t think I live up to this yet…but here’s what I’ve been thinking about. *** My great grandma’s rocker had a cover on it once—blue blocks in several shades, circled by a dark blue ruffle—but I thought it ugly, so I threw it way. The wood of the rocker is worn. On the
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A guest post by Kim Sorrelle. *** It is amazing how many names can be acquired in a lifetime. Names that come and go and names that last forever. At birth, I was given the name Kimberly Sue Langlois, Kimmie for short. My aunts, uncles, and cousins still call me Kimmie. Starting in kindergarten, I
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