Just as I can believe in others, I also believe in me.

The Magnificat is a courageous and subversive song of praise; a call to social justice.

As sacred beings, we hold the wisdom to know what is best for our own selves.

Queer joy is resistance.

Help me live in gratitude for the LGBTQ+ ancestors who paved this road we walk and roll on.

It often feels like we’re shouting into the void. It was a gift to be reminded that sometimes someone is listening.

Our conversations about the history of our country—the actions of our ancestors—can be made new and relevant and understandable. We can and must have these conversations.

We are never numbers to be tallied for turnout. We are more than a sum. Together, we are the hope and courage.

People of color—and other marginalized people—can’t just want things to be different. It has to be everyone wanting things to be different for everyone.

"Where are you a pastor?" It's not an uncommon question when you've chosen to do ministry in a small, rural town, especially when you wear a clerical collar much of the time. I'm getting used to the puzzled looks on people's faces as they struggle to reconcile a genderqueer body in this...

Spirit that runs through us all, help me to remember all the ways in which I am connected to others.

I am not alone. I don’t have to face the world alone and I don’t have to fix the world alone. When I need hope, I find it in on the faces of my people. All we need is hope... and for that, we have each other.

My stomach turned when I first heard the term "white supremacy" used to describe the culture of Unitarian Universalism and our institutions. But I've reconsidered that response. I understand the pushback: we’ve been trained to see white supremacy as an overt expression of racism, replete with...

It's in one tiny moment in time / for life to shine to shine Burn away the darkness You've got one tiny moment in time / for life to shine to shine To burn away the darkness I will be light. — “I Will Be Light” by Matisyahu About six months ago, I got a new tattoo. It’s a lit match on my...

Christmas doesn’t wimp out when times are hard – it comes anyway, even if there are hardly any presents.

I'm on my way to a job where I am the only black person in my office. I work with people who either don’t know or don’t care about Alton Sterling or Philando Castile. They are going to ask me “How are you this morning?” and the simple truth is that I can’t be honest. I can’t say that...