My people are in fear.
The Church is gone. Vanished.
I walk through rushed streets with my hands in my pockets. My sweaty hand holds fast to my wallet. The lights are blinding, and people with stressed faces melt into the night. Welcome to Times Square.
God works the minute you begin to pray. The results are not felt until seconds or maybe even years after. Last week, I felt God work instantly.
When you are in distress, or in doubt, God has never felt more palpable.
Dear, Black People
This is my best attempt to publish what my mind screams out concerning race. Allow my words to reassure you in the midst of today’s challenges.
Talking to people is easy. Carrying on a conversation on whatever is simple as can be. Loving one another is difficult. Engaging yourself in a person’s life, with the intent to understand someone beyond their deficiencies, is hard. I don’t have the key to loving someone unconditionally, but I have an idea on how to do it.
My faith is a fundamental aspect of every story I live out. What happens if I refuse to let its power dominate the plot or aid in the unraveling of the narrative? Nothing good, I suppose.
Life is a gift
This is an excerpt from my journal. Allow me to set up the story. Continue reading
As a Latino American, I have grown up in conflict over immigration and racism. My story begins with two individuals who had a love that moved mountains. Continue reading