“As I watched that blood fall, I thought about how easy it would’ve been to stay inside. To tell myself it wasn’t my problem. To stay safe, stay out of it, keep my peace. But that’s the lie of ‘peace’ in this country—it’s really just distance. We mistake our isolation for safety. The truth is, there’s always risk in stepping out. But there’s a greater risk in staying in. Because when you stay in, you become part of the silence that lets systems keep wounding people.”

Howard Thurman’s encounter with Indian students in 1935 forced him to face a troubling question: What does it mean to represent a faith that has failed to live up to its own ideals? This reflection explores how Thurman’s wrestling with the word missionary reveals the moral weight of language and the responsibility of those who claim to speak for faith.

“What if we saw the neighborhood as a kind of church—a place to love and care for folks? What if our neighbors weren’t strangers living behind closed doors, but humans given to us by the Divine to be in mutual care with? That kind of care doesn’t mean trying to change someone or give them what we think they need. It means slowing down enough to listen—to hear what people actually say they want and respond with love.”

“As I walked the track, I asked the trees, What can you teach me about my life? And the trees whispered back: Wait it out, baby. We’ve been here a long time. The seasons will change. Stay rooted. Wait it out.

I know I am not alone in this stress. Our community feels it too—the weight of housing, of bills, of survival under a violent government, of raising children, of keeping our minds whole.”

“Our fathers have given us this practice of patriarchy and racism that remains in our country and in a lot of our churches today. The violent and unjust acts we witness in our world are symptoms of this illness that hides behind American exceptionalism. However, this history reveals, like Kendrick’s song, that this is a generational problem—and our past ‘fathers’ were formed by environments that caused them to harm others.”

Today’s the day — it’s May 1st, and we’ve officially hit the road to Durham, NC!

This summer, we’ll be taking a break from our usual weekly reflections and will return in the fall. Instead, we’ll be sharing more frequent updates about our 12-day road trip and all that we’re learning along the way. You can follow along in two ways:

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“What songs have traveled to you recently?

The other day I woke up in the middle of the night and could not get back to sleep.  After tossing and turning for a while in bed, I knew that the only thing that could help, would be music and song.  So I got out of bed, a ritual that I have known now for many years, and I sat on my couch and got my headphones ready.  I felt in that moment that I needed some old school gospel, words and tunes that had soothed my heart and body aches in years past.  As I listened and as I sang, I began to weep.  I cried and sang for over an hour, releasing much sorrow and sadness.  There has been an overwhelm of sorrow in these past months, moving between personal losses and pain in my own family, to accompanying friends through betrayal, to walking with communities that are facing incredible oppression and challenges today.”

I had a dream that Randy Woodley was leading a group of people in the art of pigeon washing. Soap suds and brushes. The most sudsiness lather was needed. Bubbles floated around our heads. The birds were alive and receptive to the cleaning. Quite calm, cooing tender. Alive in our hands. 

A large group of people were participating,  diverse in both ethnicity and age. While I could not identify their faces, it sure seemed like the array of people Dr. Woodley draws to his unique ways of teaching. 

We were eager to learn and participate. 

We are so captivated by the violence we can see—gunfire, protests, burning buildings, police brutality—that we have built entire systems of moral reasoning around it. Our collective consciousness creates narratives to explain what we are witnessing. But I wonder if perhaps the solution to the violence we can see lies not in moralizing it differently, but in addressing the deeper violence we cannot see.

But invisible violence is quieter. It hides in bureaucracy, in budgets, in zoning laws, in school funding disparities, and in militarized policing justified by fear that those harmed by empire will one day fight back. It’s the forced poverty of land, place, and people. It’s the structural design that makes certain neighborhoods food deserts and others Whole Foods havens. It’s how Raleigh, North Carolina justifies a $22 million police budget under the guise of safety while exploiting the poor to meet quotas that disproportionately impact Black and Brown bodies.

These artists remind us that art is not just a reflection but a force, a catalyst for social change and cultural preservation. Like trees planted by rivers of history and struggle, their art draws sustenance from the roots of Black Southern identity. Whether through portraiture, mixed media, or community collaboration, Black Southern artists continue to inspire and lead the way.

Looking back, I realize how deeply rooted art is in understanding the South—not as a monolith, but as a mosaic of voices. Their work teaches us that growth, like a tree's roots, is grounded in perseverance and connection. Just as healthy roots sustain mighty trees, the resilience of Black Southern artists nourishes the spirit of justice and creativity.

“This country has an abnormal obsession with blood, especially the blood spilled of innocent lives who prematurely become pummeled bodies, so we commemorate tragedies but fail to disrupt the bloodletting systems. We also love dead heroes, well some of them, despite often hating them while they are living.

In this season, it will take many of us taking action where we are to ensure that no matter how many times we have to cross the bridge toward justice we will stay in the fight. Our names may not appear in history books, someone else may get all of the credit but building a pathway to liberation, fighting for justice is the real work of saints, sheroes and heroes.”

“‘Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do that, because what the world needs is more people who have come alive.’

This most famous quote of Howard Thurman is not some inspiring statement that he developed to launch a career as a spiritual guru. Instead, this quote is found in the acknowledgements section of Gil Bailie’s book, Violence Unveiled. Turns out Thurman offered such words in the midst of a conversation where Baile was seeking advice as he contemplated what needed to be done in the world. I’d love to ask Thurman that question today. 

And so I’m asking of my own life, for the umpteenth time: What makes me come alive?”

"Erasure is a paradox. Though it stems from a desire for something not to exist, its very attempt acknowledges that existence. To erase something, you must first recognize its presence. And in doing so, you create a new memory in those who witness the act—the memory of what was and the deliberate effort to make it disappear. The removal of Black Lives Matter Plaza is not just about paint on pavement; it is an act of strategic forgottenness, a state-sanctioned effort to edit out a movement that challenged the violence of the state. But here’s the truth: memory fights back.”

I’ve heard it said before that you can speak

That within you lay the stories untold

The stories of the losers and the lost ones

Only you and God have born witness to the things that would leave people aghast

We have named you many things but I wonder what you would name us

Monsters or humans?

I cannot hear you.

And that grieves me.

Perhaps because there is too much noise

Too much street traffic overriding your thoughts and tales

“How is it that a veve tops what was the St. Joseph AME Church? The building was completed in 1915, and those churchgoing members conceded to placing a veve where the traditional symbol of their faith normally stands. Vodou takes the place of the cross. Given the name of the community—Hayti—it’s clear that those who built their lives here were inspired by Haiti’s fight for liberation. Perhaps they weren’t as uptight when it came to the practice of vodou. Maybe they understood it as a merging of Catholicism and African religion, practiced among those who attended the church. If that is true, it may be a part of Durham’s religious history that no one wants to address.”

It’s winter, yet this island never stops growing.

Cobblestone homes, roads, and fences stand firm, softened by moss that thrives wherever water and earth meet.

Colors emerge in unexpected places—on tree trunks and bare branches, laid bare by the gentle wind and rain.

The air is crisp, fresh, carrying the scent of the sea. Hills roll in endless shades of green, dotted with clusters of family trees.

Birds fill the sky—chirping, singing, soaring—finding homes and making friends.

This is a beautiful country. A place where Frederick Douglass first felt he was “not treated as a color, but as a man.”

This is IRELAND.

"Countless other unsung individuals played pivotal and often overlooked roles in advancing civil rights. These undervalued heroes were faith leaders, grassroots organizers, legal advocates, students, and ordinary citizens who risked their lives and livelihoods to transform the world. Their contributions not only shaped history but continue to hold critical lessons for today's ongoing struggles for justice and equity.

The stories of these unsung heroes remind us that meaningful social change is rarely achieved by a few charismatic leaders alone. It is the collective effort of everyday people who challenge injustice and demand accountability from those in power. In today’s world, where racial disparities persist and new forms of discrimination emerge, the courage and strategies of these heroes remain deeply relevant."

“Heroes and saints aren’t just figures from the past; they walk among us today, embodying God’s love and justice in tangible ways. They interpret Scripture not just with words but with their actions, showing us what it means to follow Jesus in our everyday lives. As we honor the legacy of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., I’m reminded of how his life was a living sermon—a demonstration of love, justice, and courage. Through his marches, letters, and unwavering stand against injustice, Dr. King showed us what it means to live out the Gospel.

I’ve also found inspiration in Archbishop Oscar Romero, who preached hope and justice in the face of violence and oppression in Central America. Like Dr. King, he stood with the poor and spoke out against injustice, even at great personal risk. Heroes like…”

“The idea of heroism has taken on new meaning in today’s world. It’s no longer just about grand adventures or epic victories but the quiet, persistent acts of love, care, and presence that define true courage. From first responders risking their lives in wildfires to everyday people mentoring youth or listening deeply to a friend in need, heroism is being redefined in ways that are more human, grounded, and accessible.

As we reflect on the theme of heroes and saints, we are reminded that movements of change are rarely the work of a single individual. Instead, they are carried forward by communities of people answering the call in their own unique ways. Whether it’s through small, simple acts or collective efforts for justice, the true heroism of our time lies in the courage to respond to the needs around us with compassion and imagination."

"The journey makes you a pilgrim because the Camino is not only a track to be walked but a parable and a reality all at once. It transforms you, working within and outside of you, not just during the time it takes to walk each stage but throughout your entire life—if you allow it. Walking this holy way alongside eleven centuries of pilgrims, I’ve learned that pilgrimage is more than movement; it’s a practice of trust, endurance, and finding grace in every step."