Monthly Archives: February 2015

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.”

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martyred simply for believing in God

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

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

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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

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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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Lent is coming

And so is everything else in our complicated, spiritually filled existence…

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The Prayer around the Cross worship gives us time to reflect and be fluid in our time together as a community..

Most often, it opens up the sacred  space so that we are opened to how the Holy Spirit is speaking to us along this journey, which sometimes leaves dust clinging to who we are

But, this time of the year…there is a transformation…

Middlers are approaching diving off into the waters of Internship

balling up everything they have learned and engrossed these past two years 

consuming it, and reforming it back out into something wonderful..

hoping that the audience before them gets their performance.

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But, as I sit here attempting to figure out how to measure my head for a graduation cap,

the reality of the beginning of the end of one journey, 

and the beginning of hopefully something wonderful

flutters in my vision, as a butterfly so rare 

but now in my grasp.

Today begins the final countdown

Lent is coming

But so is Regional Assignment Day…

And so many of my classmates have spent this weekend in community

immersed in reading

procrastibaking 

questing and wondering

praying and hoping 

that the Creator has a sense of humor,

and sends us out, into somewhere where we are needed to share the Gospel.

God’s Peace