The reality is that the body of Christ is already a multicultural Church. We just spend so much time in our cozy subgroups that we’ve convinced ourselves that we aren’t diverse.
If you’ve ever walked into a church you’ve probably been hurt by it.
I sat in my husband’s office yesterday listening to him share about a church someone recommended to him. Being the vigilant theologian I am, I immediately knew what was off just by the denomination.
I am not here to put my two cents in on what Cosby may or may not have done. I trust the Lord will sort that out and work in our justice system as necessary. I am, however, glad to hear that there is a retrial on the horizon.
When I was a child I lived in a county where there were so many different cultures I never had the opportunity to see myself, or anyone else, as different.
When we are alone, the parts that are still to be healed, loved, and resurrected are undeniable. Whereas, when we are surrounded by people and busied with our many activities, it is all too easy to suppress our deficiency.
Being a woman called into ministry is a unique experience. I cannot count how many times I’ve been told, if only passively, to “sit down“; that there is no place for a woman in the pulpit. The problem with this is, not only do I know the calling God has placed on my life,…