Fast Food Life and the Hunger for Something Real

Fast Food Life and the Hunger for Something Real

I grew up under oak trees in Raleigh, North Carolina. They were my steady companions through every season of my childhood: green in the summer, red, orange, brown and yellow in the fall, bare and beautiful in winter. I watched them grow as I did. But inside our house,...
Remembering Kyle Lake 20 Years Later

Remembering Kyle Lake 20 Years Later

When Kyle Lake waded into the waters of baptism, preparing our congregation to bear witness to the transforming power of Jesus in the life of one of our own, we didn’t know it would be a core moment in our lives, in his, and in the life of our church. He didn’t walk...
Middle Ground or Moral Evasion?

Middle Ground or Moral Evasion?

I am a biracial woman—Black, white, and something in between. One side of my family was Baptist and the other was Church of Christ. Our little double-wide trailer was situated right off the highway that runs down the center of Texas. I am no stranger to being in the...