Spirit of Life who dwells before and between and beyond all words… we open ourselves to you.

I was leaving my mom in another world, located far away from mine.

Dear Creative Life Force, the infinite healing power of creativity is the best gift you've given to us.

Help me live in gratitude for the LGBTQ+ ancestors who paved this road we walk and roll on.

What’s the one word you hope will define your upcoming year?

To be a Unitarian Universalist means we’ll never be done with the work.

I do not believe the acts of oppressors are my people’s shame.

This book challenges readers to learn US history through a narrative that centers the story, the experiences, and the perspectives of Indigenous peoples, and upends myths and misinformation that have been taught by leaders and media.

The drag show was heaven broken open, given to us for the evening. Everything for a little while was perfect—and I saw the face of my God.

The church is not a place; it is a people… it is a people proclaiming to the world that we are here for the work of healing and of justice.

Ironically, Americans who self-identify as not racist—whether they're conservatives, moderates, liberals, radicals, progressives—they don't realize… that we are connecting ourselves to a history of slave traders who self-identified as not racist (although they didn't use that term). We're...

When you’re the only black man in a sea of whiteness, purses still get clutched, and people still cross the street, and hellos still get lost in the void.

The first time I was told that I was too queer to be a congregation's minister, they asked, "What will the neighbors think?,” as if it were the most natural question in the world. It was then that I understood how grace works: it’s costly. It requires us to be uncomfortable, to get outside...

The Harper-Jordan Memorial Symposium declared a Black-centered theology as worth remembering, centering, and fighting for.

In the Bible, there’s a pretty well-known story about David and Goliath. Goliath, a huge warrior from the side of the Philistines, challenged someone from the side of the Israelites to battle. David was chosen and he knew that even with all of the armor in the world, he would not be able to win...

Coming out to my family was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do. I realized that my choice was one of life and death, and I needed to let my secret out in order to continue living, and to do so authentically.

The road not taken is not a fork. That’s too simple a thought, flipping some coin. Either/or. Nope. It’s not this or that. No or yes. It’s nor/ neither and all of the above and more. The road taken goes every way at once. There. There. They. Them. Go. Now. Live.

You matter. There is no one like you; never will be again, from the birth of the earth to its outermost end. You — an eager shout, a sacred “Yes!” that moves your flesh, your bone, your breath. You— she, he, ze, they, you are whole and okay, gracefully teaching your truth and your way. You...