Born into slavery in Delaware in 1746, Absalom Jones was taken to Philadelphia at sixteen by his enslaver, who sold his mother and siblings before the move.
Five months ago my fourteen-year-old and I participated in an intergenerational Civil Rights Pilgrimage with his church youth group.
In preparation for writing this post, I spent a quiet morning in “Harriet’s Writing Room” in the Stowe House here in Brunswick, Maine, where Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.
“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.” —Frederick Douglass
It takes a person of strong character to perform acts of charity for a community that directs its animosity, disrespect, and racism towards his people.
Saint Michael and All angles can be an uncomfortable feast.
I like many have begun, far later than I have an excuse for, to reckon with the history of what I once called home.
As I sipped my coffee this morning, my son and husband were hunched over the New York Times. We all were discussing the deliberation of the Derek Chauvin trial. Soon we begin listing the recent cases of police brutality in our country.
In a short life of 33 years, Saint Catherine of Siena never seems to have wasted a moment.
Bishop Barbara C. Harris died on March 13th, 2020, where I’m sure God welcomed her with the same words and emotion she shared with a friend upon her entrance into the convention center filled with 8,000 people at her consecration: “What a hell of a welcome!”