Original American Sin

When I was preparing for this Sunday’s service, I had some concerns. This is the first Sunday in Black History Month, and here I am, a white man trying to honor that in a way that’s authentic to my constellation of identities. My colleagues of color have asked that white ministers take this time to not exceptionalize an African American icon, to not lift up one black person as special just because it’s February. I should celebrate diversity every Sunday, they told me. Instead, this month, I was asked to say something meaningful about race to people that look like me. Continue reading “Original American Sin”

Listening at the Intersection of #metoo and #blacklivesmatter

Oh Lord it’s hard to be humble
When you’re perfect in every way
I can’t wait to look in the mirror
Cause I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man
Oh Lord It’s hard to be humble,
But I’m doing the best that I can.

Thank you! I’m here all year. Please remember to tip your ushers.

It may come as a great shock to some of you, but I am not perfect. It’s a problem. And it’s one that I’ve been working on.

I joke about it, but I think that, at some point, it’s not really that funny. It’s serious. For many of us, “being perfect” is a problem. For some of us, “being perfect” is a barrier to happiness and to personal satisfaction, to interpersonal relationships, to professional life. Continue reading “Listening at the Intersection of #metoo and #blacklivesmatter”