A Place of Rest
and a blessing for the coming chaos
On Thursday, I started to write a Black Eyed Story about the Institute In Basic Life Principles, the misogynistic toxicity of patriarchy, and all the isms running rampant in the American Church.
I couldn’t write it. The words were right there, but I couldn’t stomach the revulsion and resentment rising like a fountain of bile in my throat. I’ve been a public voice for more than a little while. I have over a thousand posts on my Black Coffee with White Friends Instagram feed, countless essays on its blog – not mention a couple of years worth of history lessons on my archived Mockingbird History Patreon page and over 200 detailed posts on an Instagram feed by the same name.
I don’t wanna continue speaking truth to power. Not really. Power never listens. It feels like all this work is vanity—a chasing after the wind. They will never change.
But what doesn’t feel meaningless is writing true words so that others know that they’re not alone in their grief, frustration and pain. Things are not as they should be and, at least for now, things aren’t getting much better. We can continue to be outraged or we can become audaciously free. Who wouldn’t choose the latter?
So, I spent the weekend creating a Black Eyed Stories Instagram feed that is audaciously free of all the isms. It will be filled with only serenity, rest, and encouragement. Each post will offer a moment to inhale and exhale and remind us that God is bigger than the oppressive energy that IBLP, the SBC, the governor of Florida, the governor of Texas, or the former President exude. If you’re interested, please follow. It’s just a little blessing for all the coming chaos that I know will land in our feeds with the coming election year.
My Black Coffee with White Friends feed will still be a place where we do the work. But my Black Eyed Stories feed will be a place where we take shelter from the stones and the storms. It will be a place to rest.
PS. I’ll still be putting out the same amount of content here for subscribers. I just will have extra rest and encouragement for paid subscribers.
A BLESSING FOR THE COMING CHAOS
May you take shelter.
May you find rest.
May you breathe deeply.
May you laugh.May you remember: God is bigger.
And may that bigness fill you
with an open-hearted compassion
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