This sermon was delivered at the Medstar Georgetown University Hospital Protestant Worship service on October 19, 2017. 

So, I’ve been on this organizing-kick lately. It started with de-cluttering our apartment, but has quickly become an all-encompassing obsession. I’ve done pretty well with getting rid of clothes, excess towels, old people magazines, and general kitsch we’ve inherited over the years… so this week I’ve moved on to dealing with digital clutter.             While digging through thousands of pictures and word documents, I’ve come across a ton of old cover letters. You know what I mean by cover letters, right? I despise writing cover letters, don’t you? They are so awkward and self-congratulatory, and somehow I always use vocabulary I never use in regular conversation:
“Dear Sir or Madame, I am writing you on the behest of myself, as I have many accomp…


For clarity: 
David and I went to Charlottesville in response to a call for clergy and faith leaders to peacefully confront a white supremacist rally called "Unite the Right." The rally was convened because of a recent city council decision to remove the statue of Confederate General Robert E. Lee from a prominent public park. Two weeks before this rally,  the NC chapter of the KKK was in town to protest and the scene turned ugly. Now, with white supremacists coming from all over the country, local faith leaders and other anti-racist groups (such as Black Lives Matter and Showing Up For Racial Justice) were asking for anyone committed to non-violent direct action to join them for a counter-protest. We were not able to attend the non-violence trainings held on Friday night, which is why we did not participate in the action directly.

What I've tried to do is detail what our day was like as honestly and plainly as I can. We didn't have a lot of information about what w…

When Women Marched On Washington

Last Saturday I attended the Women's March on DC. 

I want to start by saying that I wrestled with the decision to attend or not. I read many of the articles and blogs written by women of color, who had (and have) serious concerns about what this march was really about and what it could possible do to create substantive change. I hear those critiques and they are not unfounded. The last thing POC/WOC need in the long fight for justice is more empty gestures of solidarity. I felt torn because I wanted to march. Not because marches change all that much, but because I think it is important to show up for one another. I also want to build deeper relationships with people who share the conviction that another world is possible. 

I asked David what we should do. Would marching distract us from making real change? What could we do to better combat the "isms" that infect everyday life? How can I speak up for the rights being denied to me, while at the same time, acknowledging the m…

Word Made Flesh

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The true light, which enlightens everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. 11 He came to what was his own, and his own people did not accept him. But to all who received him, who believed in his name, he gave power to become children of God, who were born, not of blood or

What Is That To You?

I wrote this sermon for Graduation Sunday, a service celebrating our 5th, 8th, 12th and college graduates. Our theme for this service was "Passages." It was delivered on 6/5/16. 
Scripture Reading: John 21: 4 – 19NRSV
Our scripture reading for today was taken from the last chapter of John’s gospel, but before I dig into that passage, I’d actually like to begin in the previous chapter. So that we can get a feel for what has happened up to this point in the story, which I believe will help us better understand the scripture we just heard. By this time in John’s Gospel, Jesus has been baptized, spent his life healing and teaching and because of this put on trial and ultimately executed on a cross by the Roman Empire. After his crucifixion, Jesus’ body is bound in funeral clothes and placed in a tomb sealed by a large stone. Three days later one of Jesus’ female disciples …