1st Sunday of Advent

It is dark and getting darker. Times are as challenging as they have ever been. As we wait and walk through Advent together, let us wrestle with the myths and metaphors that work to keep us locked in whiteness, and away from the gifts buried in the luminous darkness.

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1st Mid-Week Devotion

We stand between Faith and Hope in our journey through the Lenten season. To be sure, our Psalm for today lands firmly between the two. Clearly, King David penned this Psalm nearing the end or after a tumultuous time in his life. David faced doubt by those he led.

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2nd Sunday of Advent

Advent marks a time of new beginnings. Although this four-week period of watching and waiting occurs at the end of the calendar year in December, it is the beginning of the liturgical calendar. It is the Christian “New Year” when we focus on birth and new beginnings, which the life

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2nd Mid-Week Devotion

As I reflect on the Advent scriptures for this day, the theme of a path prepared jumps out to me. I find this idea of the path to be challenging. As a Black woman, 2020 has been exhausting to say the least between the global pandemic (and the consequential deaths),

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3rd Sunday of Advent

The Magnificat is the canticle Mary sings/proclaims when she is visiting her cousin Elizabeth who is also pregnant with John the Baptist. For me this song is the cry of liberation for the oppressed. It is the proclamation of a messianic birth, in which we are all invited to take

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3rd Mid-Week Devotion

In our Christian structured Bible, we know Malachi to be the last book of the Old Testament. The hermeneutics of this text is known to be one of fire and brimstone as Malachi foretells the people what our Heavenly Creator states, “surely the day is coming; it will burn like

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4th Sunday of Advent

As an unapologetic Black female, senior clergy, serving on the frontlines as community pastor, advocate, and organizer in a community 200% below the poverty level, in one of the most depreciated and disenfranchised sections of Northwest Detroit, I see the age-old constant appropriation and

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4th Mid-Week Devotion

Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. Say her name. In the streets of our cities, we hear demonstrations full of marchers who chant in rhythm to ‘say her name’. In the name of justice, they are crying out to all to say the names. Hannah, Hannah, Hannah. Say her name.

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Christmas Eve

Advent is the liturgical season of preparing, waiting, anticipating, and expecting. In preparation, each week during this season, we have lit a new candle to mark the drawing closer of Jesus coming into the world. We anxiously long for this time where God – Emmanuel – comes into the

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Christmas Day

I imagine that Mary was afraid. It was scary enough that she would soon live in Joseph’s house and be his spouse. Then, she learned that she would be both a wife and a mother. And she would not be just any mother; she would be the mother of the

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1st Sunday of Christmas

In 2008 Michael E. Ross wrote a piece for The Root examining the misuse of the word/song “Kumbaya” in American politics. Ross noted that “Derision of the song and its emotional foundation has become a required sign of toughness and pragmatism in American politics today, and this is especially

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1st Mid-Week Christmas Devotion

Black women always had an intimate connection with God and played a divine role in protecting and sustaining life. Before colonization, women of African descent were hunters, explorers and caretakers of the earth. They grew food and gathered water. They used their knowledge of the earth to

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New Years

I remember January 1, 2020 with so much fondness. I spent the first few hours in sheer bliss of celebratory optimism with friends as we imagined all of the wonderment that the year would hold. We declared fervently that, “THIS WAS OUR YEAR!” We had expectations of healing, wholeness,

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2nd Sunday of Christmas

I do not know where this day’s devotion will find the reader. Many of us have come through the year 2020 with bruises and broken hearts. No one was left unscathed. However, Black and Brown bodies, Black women in particular are still left to bear the brunt of America’s newfound

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Epiphany

In 1937 - as America began recovering from the Great Depression - one of my favorite Harlem Renaissance writers, the honorable Zora Neale Hurston, wrote what would become a classic novel entitled, Their Eyes Were Watching God. As her main characters wrestle with Black life, Black

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