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Antonyms of Complicity

Antonyms of Complicity was written as a keynote speech for a consultation of mission and evangelism in Bangkok, Thailand in November 2017. The event was hosted by the World Council of Churches and the Council for World Mission. These days, I have found myself reflecting on what the church is called to be in this […]Read Post ›

Bury My Anger?

Four years ago, while boarding a plane from Atlanta to Cleveland, I waited patiently on line, ready to get home. I was on the last leg of travel home. I was tired. As I waited on the priority line, a white male came walking across the gate house from the far side and stood in […]Read Post ›

UN-sanitized

living numb

i remember the first time as if it were yesterday eight months pregnant a walking watermelon slowly moving through the heat of a southern summer framed by carolina blue skies on the stale humid air it came: “look at that nigg**” and there they were four – blond haired – barely teenaged – males sitting […]Read Post ›

barely breathing

Birthdays are special to me.  I like to think of unique ways to celebrate, creating memories to help me mark time and remember the gifts of wisdom, life and time.  Sometimes I get close, like the 14 day cruise for my 50th, 6 months after my birthday.  The gift to myself was memorable, as was […]Read Post ›

Sacred Places

These days, I find myself walking through burial sites, thinking about those who have gone before, wondering about the faces and lives of those whose names line the monuments and markers of these sacred places.  I was not always this comfortable with the things of the dead and death.  I was taught to be afraid […]Read Post ›

Cherish the Past

I like many, have seen the signs that are the school and the homes and look no further to discover what lies beneath the surface. I like many, did not take the time to stop and listen to the stories of a community and a past that is my own.

Slaves In the Attic?

A few weeks ago I was in New York City for meetings and took the opportunity to venture out on a visit to the Bronx.  An early morning arrival at JFK and a trip to see my sister at work for her car, and I was on my way for another sightseeing adventure. New York […]Read Post ›

Wisdom from my Mothers

        On both sides of my family, I find a long list of women who are strong, courageous and deeply spiritual.  My on-going quest for more information about my family, and the Ancestors now gone, has provide me with the opportunity to engage my relatives – including my grandmother, mother, aunts and cousins. […]Read Post ›

Finding Freeman

Written by Karen Georgia Thompson This past week, I was in Indianapolis and decided to go sightseeing: my kind of sightseeing where life meets history.  I was going to look for John Freeman. Mr. Freeman’s story was compelling, and the invitation from one of the sites I read to “stroll Pennsylvania between 10th and 11th […]Read Post ›

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