Where Christ Dwells: The Poor Christ-a #reLent Journey

The presence of the poor makes us uncomfortable….101038280-104511048.530x298

because we are reminded that we too, could be thrust into the outskirts of this society

Least of These

It is interesting that there are those who claim that they are Christians…


but there actions are not Christ-like.

Therefore, we turn in to what our community can give, and care for one another


Or perhaps, the masses are waiting for someone else to care for those that the Creator calls for us to care for


“if there is no friendship with them, the poor and no sharing of the life of the poor, 

then there is no authentic commitment to liberation because only love exists among equals”


“For there will never cease to be poor in the land. Therefore I command you, ‘You shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.’”

Lape Bondye, God’s Peace. 

Where Christ Dwells: A #reLent Journey. The Black Christ

As people of faith, 

we must strive to see the reflection of Christ in many faces

especially exiled people wandering in the wilderness

exiled from a land that they struggle to connect

but because of the schism that was birth from an abyss of slavery,

of racism

of false doctrine

from those who were wearing the mask of Christianity

but refused to follow in the steps of the risen Christ

we falter, we give up, we weep.

Those who are supposed to be our fellow sister and brother in Christ disregard whom we are

disregard the holiness in our features

that we too hear the words

These are my children, my Beloved, in whom I am well pleased.”


martyred simply for believing in God


ridiculed for the color of his skin, that the Creator painted him in


chained as nothing more than a slave, but still remained dedicated and humble, praying for all, accepted by all who encountered this “Black Mother”


through pain, suffering and addiction, was lifted up out of the ashes by the Creator and passed along the Gospel through his music

 “ There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.”

Watching, Waiting, Awakening-#reLent


Yesterday seemed as if we danced in parallel worlds.

The air of Ash Wednesday and its mystery has been, over the past couple of years, lifted for me into that time where there is an understanding of coming home once more, to be in the presence of the Creator with the masks lifted and torn from our faces, unveiling and exposing our fragility and vulnerability to who we are as God’s children.

Sometimes in these moments of preparing sacred space, there is chaos to where sometimes one wishes just to have the ability to be in the moment, nestled in those ashes, to be prayed over and sent out reminding others of our purpose along this journey.

Sometimes we are those charged with #watching; watching for the shift in the atmosphere, when the Holy Spirit descends among the beloved community, pushing aside those doors which block us from being in relationship with the Creator and showing us the #way, that there is starkness and emptiness and we, as God’s vessels..because we are made in the Image of the Divine, are called to fill each of these places wrought with fear, sorrow, injustice and longing with the Love that can not be described or categorized but Lived, empowering us when the darkness disrupts the fluidity of Life.

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Yesterday once more surrounded by ever flowing waters, guided by sacred lamps, we were reminded again how the Light has guided our journey throughout this time at Seminary

“Oh Lord hear my prayer

Oh Lord hear my prayer

When I call, answer me

Oh Lord hear my prayer

Oh Lord hear my prayer

Come and listen to me”


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