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Samuel Son

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I am a racist

I am a racist. I serve as a manager of diversity and reconciliation for the Presbyterian Church (U.S.A.) and I am a..

The truth of poetry

Nancy Miller Gomez worked first in news broadcasting and then for a reality show, both purporting to be truth-telling genres. But the..

Enough

After hearing Jezebel expound on her state policy of murdering protesters of her injustices, Elijah sat down under a solitary broom tree and..

The kiss

Listen to the author read his poem. So Judas came straight to Jesus. “Greetings, Rabbi!” he exclaimed and gave him the kiss...

Hope, the noun

Hope as a verb is anemic, a flimsy little cobweb. “I hope it doesn’t rain today,” we say. Hope-as-a-verb doesn’t even have..

Practicing reformation

It’s almost October 31. And this year, Reformation Day is taking the spotlight from Halloween as it is the 500th anniversary of..

Home, belonging and Big Tent

Eric Barreto, an associate professor of New Testament at Princeton Theological Seminary, started his Bible study on “differences and diversity in the..

Psalm 77 (a spoken word translation/rendition)

Listen to the author read his poem. To the DJ Jeduthun. A lyricism by Asaph on In Times of Calamity, I Cry to God I SCREAM to God, SHOUT into God’s ears! God hears me! Or Is God too ancient to hear? Is God in need of a hearing aid? I’m in a shit spray and I’m desperate for some divine clarity. All night I pray, count breath, meditate, to deal with this oppressive stress but my soul finds no rest. Nothing’s working. I read Bible verses on God’s

Expecting

For we know that all creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. -..

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