We were both minority women in ministry attending seminary together — one Indian and the other African American. She had a calming spiritual presence that gave off a big sister vibe. As a pastor, wife, and mother, she was confident and was not intimidated by my strong, Black woman ways. She even embraced my eccentric, artistic nature and was not put off by my constant theological treatises and questions. She became one of my greatest cheerleaders, a prayer partner, and a spiritual director. Yet, …
God, What I Want for My Birthday Is: A Black Lives Matter Lament
Today is my birthday. I am so grateful to be here and am grateful for every breath that has kept me here, and I thank God for every breath that I will be given in the future. However, there are some who are no longer breathing. I must mourn for them today instead of celebrating my birthday. I must lament for them before I forget their names and faces. Today is my birthday. If someone had told me on my previous birthday that our nation and our world would be where it is …
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