Losing and Finding God on the Wild Edges of Belief

Losing and Finding God on the Wild Edges of Belief

At the darkest night of my faith crisis, not a single speck of light shone around the edges of the blackout curtain. Sleep evaded me. The fabric of time unravelled and my body seemed to sink through reality. It was me and the darkness. Not even prayer could illuminate...
The God Who Spoke in Stickers

The God Who Spoke in Stickers

I began publishing my writing online when I was 14 years old, a freshman in high school. But, before publishing my first pieces on a clunky 2014 computer through an outdated version of WordPress, I had been journaling in sparkly spiral-bound notebooks for as long as I...
Grief as Spiritual Formation | Allowing Burden Bearing

Grief as Spiritual Formation | Allowing Burden Bearing

Editor’s note: The following is the third in a five-part series by Peggy Haymes on grief as spiritual formation. He called as soon as he learned of my father’s death. “What can we do?” my neighbor asked. “I’m fine,” I said—my stock answer. It didn’t satisfy him, and...
What’s Lost, What’s Left, What’s Possible

What’s Lost, What’s Left, What’s Possible

I lost five relatives this year. The two oldest and most revered women in our family both moved on after beautiful, wild and peaceful existences—despite all the attempts to mar, tame and disturb them during their century on earth as Black women. The cousin closest to...