This past month my church community has been focused on the theme of Turbulence and Transition. The topic felt appropriate given the season we’re in here in Toronto, as we move (for the most part) out of the winter and into spring.
“To what are you called?” This is something my mother would often ask me and others growing up. She’d look you straight in the eye with a deadpan stare, the eyebrows artfully painted on her face raised high, and ask, “Is God calling you? And if so, to what are you being called?”
I spent my New Year's Eve at home this year. It was a first for me. I’d reflected a short time before that many of my past New Year’s Eve celebrations have, in my adulthood at least, been rather unremarkable.
It’s always darkest before the dawn, or so the old saying goes. And for my fellow early birds who know – those pre-dawn hours in all their darkness, is also the time when the most work can and should be done – if and only if we’re awake at that crucial hour.
Despite not being a fan of Internet back-and-forths, I have recently found myself engaging, often online, a number of well-meaning people (including self-titled White allies and other Black folk) who are convinced that the collective upset in Black communities following the non-indictment of Darren Wilson is overdone, when in fact it is not.