A question I hear a lot from clients is how do I know what to do? How do I know what action to take? Where to live? How to follow my passion? Whethe...
photo at stocksnap.io by Chelsea Francis It was a Thursday morning at 5:00 a.m. I drug myself out of bed and headed toward the kitchen to make a cup...
Listening to his story, I have to agree that yes, haggling can be fun -- on the streets of Beijing. But do I really want to haggle with Spirit? I can afford to live in trust, knowing that all I love, all that I dream about, will return to me.
About a month ago, we were watching the NBA finals and enjoying the back and forth battle between Steph Curry and the Golden State Warriors vs. LeBron...
We both go to church. We both believe in Jesus. I am a Christian. You are something else. Such is the message I often hear from organized religion, and as a gay man and ex-fundamentalist, I find it divisive and presumptuous.
"Mom, where are you? Why is your phone off? I've been trying to get you for hours!" my son said in a voice filled with urgency. Here is what happened....
To my Muslim family, you know Ramadan starts on June 18 this year. Many in the West believe it's a month when we abstain from food and drink during daytime. That's true. But in reality, Ramadan is about abstaining from all carnal desires, not just food. It's a spiritual flight requiring us to follow certain protocols.
"God, may we keep on sowing The seeds of justice here, Till guns are silent, people sing, And hope replaces fear."
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I know my father died a hero. Even after being shot multiple times, he courageously fought off the gunman, saving many, including my mother, at the expense of his own life. He defended the temple he founded, and this house of worship is the gift he left to us and his grandchildren. Just like Felicia Sanders. She sacrificed her body to cover and shield her young granddaughter, as her son, Tywanza, tried to talk down the gunman.
Whatever ounce of peace that is left in my heart, I give it to our brothers and sisters in need in Charleston. To lose one's life because of a hate crime is horrifying. To lose one's life to a hate crime in a holy place of worship stems from the ultimate act of cowardice and hatred.
As the executive director of Interfaith Worker Justice, a national organization that builds power with workers through faith-rooted organizing and advocacy, my faith and values are what ground me and call me to do this work.
I don't want to pray for Charleston. I can't. I am an Itinerant Elder in the African Methodist Episcopal Church, yet, prayer doesn't seem like enough. I need action. To my white Christian brethren, I don't need for you to tell me how angry you are. I need you to tell your white friends.
The events of the past several weeks, including Charleston and here in the Dallas area, represent an unparalleled opportunity for us. A gift, even. A gift of reflection. A gift of looking in the mirror.
Holding hands with our neighbors, and with a tear in my eyes, at the end of the service we sang "We Shall Overcome." It reminded me of when I sang it during civil rights marches and Vietnam War protests. It turned out that I came to sing, pray and keep the dark away.
It's very refreshing to know that mindfulness has grown over the years and has entered the mainstream today as one of the many ways of demonstrating prayer.