New York City—my home—is a cramped, chaotic cacophony of blaring sirens and swarming, murmuring crowds, and not to mention expensive. In Houston or Los Angeles, thick, slithering, concrete highways wrap around almost every neighborhood. London and São Paulo are grey with small blotches of green. In Johannesburg, Africa’s city of gold, crime lurks in alleyways...
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“Where are you from?” she asked as we chatted on the elevator. I was so jarred by the question that I stuttered and responded, “uhh, from here?” to which she replied, “No, like where are you from from?” For many, this conversation is familiar. In the United States, if you are not white, more than...
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A Reflection on Jeremiah 29… At first, when I read this passage, I thought I would attempt to write a thorough essay explaining how I, as an African American women, a product of a divorced parent, in one of the largest urban centers in the United States, feel both daily and keenly as if I...
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I’ve always been a black-and-white, all-or-nothing thinker, which for the most part has not served me well — because most of life is lived and figured out in the gray areas. If I didn’t get an A on that assignment in college, then I failed. The cake I baked fell a little in the oven,...
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Exile was a concept directly familiar to Israelites. Israel, though Abraham, Moses, and David, was given many promises. The Lord would bless and uphold his people. They were to multiply like the stars of the sky. The sons of Abraham would have a great name. The Kingdom of David would never end. Through Israel’s sin...
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In a strange way, reading about the Tower of Babel reminds me of the American Dream. Those builders in the land of Shinar had a twofold goal as they began their tower: they wanted to make a name for themselves and to prevent themselves from being scattered across the world. That sounds a lot like...
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