Dear Santa, ...
Imagine if this was the letter your child had to write to Santa this season.
Imagine if this was the letter your child had to write to Santa this season.
As I walk toward the balcony where my hero fell, I feel strangely drawn in enwrapped by invisible hands of comfort and welcome.
Trump still has time to do the right thing and not follow Australia over a moral cliff.
Seven years ago, on a cold day in December 2009, I entered Elizabeth Detention Center in Elizabeth, N.J. — a minimum-security prison on a pilgrimage organized by the Interfaith Center of New York and Human Rights First.
What if the grand spiritual lie of race had never been told — the lie that some people groups were created to rule while others were created to be ruled? And what if that lie had never been believed and adopted into law?
More than ten years ago, I took a pilgrimage that changed my life.
What are the top five things we should expect of public servants like mayors, governors, and presidents? The first five that come to this city girl's mind are:
Morgan Freeman used to strut across my TV screen, beaded leather vest swaying, dancing and singing as he put words together to make a sentence as the character "Easy Reader" on the iconic children's television show, The Electric Company.
One question haunted me: How does a white Christian South African live in this apartheid from day to day? 1) One must actively fight injustice, or 2) she must embrace a theology that has nothing to do with it.
Not since the World War II have United States politicians exercised such an extreme level of xenophobia, nationalism, and unapologetic bend toward fascism.