Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again.

You are finite; that is not a problem to be solved.

If love is sweet labor, love can be taught, modeled, and practiced. This labor engages all our emotions.

Our resistance is not predicated on how likely it will be to alter the conscience of the oppressor.

I believe that my name is on an ancestor's lips—that even now, someone who has gone before is praying for me and on my behalf.

The moral component of history, the most necessary component, is simply a single question, asked over and over again: When it mattered, who sided with justice and who sided with power?

The legacy of brutality surrounding labor, sustenance, and survival for those enslaved on plantations and their descendants is striking…

When I think about the history of the Transatlantic Slave Trade, chattel slavery, and plantation labor, I am stunned by how much we have chosen to forget that capitalism was built from these systems.

Rest is resistance because it is a counternarrative to the script of capitalism and white supremacy for all people.

Rest is not a luxury, a privilege, or a bonus we must wait for once we are burned out.

Our liberation is deeply connected to the portal of healing we can tap into when we rest. Wherever our bodies are, we can find rest, ease, and liberation.

Embrace knowing that you have been manipulated and scammed by a violent system as powerful evidence. Now with this knowledge you can grieve, repair, rest, and heal.

Resting as a form of resistance will be part of a lifelong unraveling. A mind shift, a slow and consistent practice filled with grace. We must imagine a new way, and rest is the foundation for this invention.

Rest is a healing portal to our deepest selves. Rest is care. Rest is radical.… Rest is a form of resistance because it disrupts and pushes back against capitalism and white supremacy.

“I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything; but still I can do something. And because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.” This quotation is often attributed to Edward Everett Hale, but WorshipWeb could find no evidence for this.

When your mind is silent… the forest suddenly becomes magnificently real and blazes transparently with the Reality of God.

Silence is never merely a cessation of words… Rather, it is the pause that holds together—indeed, it makes sense of all the both spoken and unspoken.

Each of us, imperfect and vulnerable bodyspirits that we are, is connected to a vast web of love which holds us and will not let us go.

Justice, simple justice, is the right, not simply of the strong and powerful, but of the weakest and feeblest of all God’s children.

A universalist God for a tragic era is not a gauzy, hymn-singing force of personal devotion that draws us endlessly toward itself, but a fierce and compelling power that grips us by the collar amid our rebellious descent and calls us to choose the will to mutuality…