I hope you find these words to be an invitation to understanding why black experiences and black voices matters. … More White Feelings, Black Experiences
I wasn’t supposed to be here… 1.2 GPA end of my junior year of high school Smoking weed every day Selling weed Three minor in possessions of alcohol all by the age of 17 40 hours of community service I had to take an extra class to graduate high school I had zero basketball/academic scholarships … More I Wasn’t Supposed To Be Here
Give her a ring or move on. Bold huh? Not really. This is something I had to wrestle with. This is something I had to do. There is a Scripture in the Bible that says: “When I was a child, I thought as a child but when I became a man I put away childish … More Give Her A Ring Or Move On!
I once had a deep trauma when it came to talking in front of people and asking for help. I’m not just talking about speaking in public spaces but in one on one conversations. Let me share a couple of personal stories with you. I was at McDonald’s in college with my teammate JB … More Living Through Trauma
If you are a Christian and you do not believe justice is Biblical, you have a hole in your theology. If you are a Christian and you care more about other’s vertical reconciliation (getting them to heaven) than their horizontal reconciliation (justice here on earth), you have a hole in your gospel.
In my humanity, I remain fallen I try to stand but I can’t In me lies no good thing So I lay in shame I soak in my choices Drenched with guilt I’m left with no other choice but to point and blame
Pick Up Your Cross The heaviness of my heart belongs to You LordYou bore my sins, carried my grief and sorrowYou became one of us so that we could become like You This weight I hold is not mine to carry aloneEven toward Golgaltha, You gave opportunity for one of us to carry the crossToday, … More Pick Up Your Cross
In Luke 6, on a Sabbath day (a day of rest), Jesus passes through the fields where his homies, the disciples, were hanging out. They were picking grain, shaking them in their hands like a pack of skittles, and tearing them up. (I don’t know why I want to put a laugh out loud right … More Don’t Miss The Miracle
Can you hear my brain screaming? I’m yelling out for you. From the slums and the struggle To the grind and the hustle. I’m just trying to make it my baby. I dreamed I would never be here Reality is, I’m here, And I don’t like it. Have you ever felt what it’s like to … More Help Me! – An Ode to Black Men
Originally posted as a guest post on Andrew Voigt’s blog Unmet expectations are at the core of our frustrations. If you are anything like me, I’m sure you have a list of standards and expectations that you expect to live out and accomplish. What if I were to tell you that the standards and expectations you … More Unmet Expectations
Growing up in the inner city of Ypsilanti, MI there was something about finding friends in the neighborhood. I can remember moving to a new neighborhood, getting on a bike, riding down the street anxious to see what kids were on my block. This is how I’ve found many of my friends that I call … More Brotherhood