Bad poetry seems to be the order of the week friends (sorry). A continuing theme of the last few years has been realising life's indeterminacy and navigating personal disappointments - both my own and those of friends'. At the end of my year in London I had to write a reflective essay, in which I … Continue reading they didn’t tell me about the grey
Cone writes about the crucifixion as a first-century lynching, and about how black people facing the state-endorsed terrorism of lynching identified with Jesus; they, "found in the cross the spiritual power to resist the violence they so often suffered" (p22).
A reflection after the terror attacks in Manchester and London.
I ask, "Is anyone here wearing one green and one orange shoelace?" and a very tell and shy girl will raise her hand, and I will say, "Honey Bear? You are loved and chosen. As is, here and now and always. This is a come as you are system." The girl (who had just gotten arrested for drunk and disorderly) smiled, blushed, and dipped her head like a swan.
