Lessons From Hagar — Part Two Now in the desert with a child she’s placed underneath a bushel to die, Hagar can’t bear to see her son fall prey to hunger, exhaustion, thirst and the heat of the desert. Surely she’s at the end of life’s road. There is no more water, there is no more…

Lessons From Hagar — Part One The story of Hagar offers many a lesson. The first being that ostracism can be from God. In defense of her child and in a long-begotten jealousy against Hagar, Sarah says to Abraham in Genesis 21:10 that he should “get rid of that slave woman and her son…”…

When I was young, I would stare at my mother’s handwriting in search for pieces of who she was. I spent long Sunday services flipping through notes on index and birthday cards slid between the thin slippery pages of her Bible. Around the house I’d find one of her hand…

Four Truths for Four Months — №1: It’s seldom as bad as it seems Unknowingly, I mentally forecast for the worst possible scenarios. I map out a narrative of how it will be, how hard it will hurt, how much I’ll sleep in or slump around because of it — whatever it is —in thinking that…

There was a time when my cousin David and I were deposited at our Great Aunt’s home, spending the afternoons until our mother’s retrieved us after work. …

Gone Are the Days — For The Thompsons and the family they were to me in Richmond Heights. During the height of swoop bangs, Hollister, with a middle school ID picture donning hot pink extra large hoop earrings, and in my lipgloss era, I grew up in Richmond Heights, Miami, Florida or just The Heights. …

They’re Saying Anything at This Point — Tiktok, Instagram, and Facebook alike have become a cesspool of false prophets, faux ministers, and too-tight-of-two-piece-suit-wearing apostles that just need to be stopped. One genre of Christian TikTok I’ve come to hate is that of the messages promoting the following sentiments— “Those people don’t like you? Well that’s because God…

Should We Give Our Friends the Pink Slip? — In 1923 Kahlil Gibran wrote on friendship in his book of essays, The Prophet. “…And let your best be for your friend. If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also. For what is your friend that you should seek him with…

Years ago when I could not find a fatherly image to liken God to, I made one. I gave him a sweater and a pair of slacks. A kind smile, an affable look about him, and an office with a desk full of papers and pens, knick knacks, forgettable paper…