Professing Faith, Confessing Allegiance

I was about twelve years old. Pastor Davis had come from the pulpit to stand front and center of the congregation, calling on all who wished to accept Jesus as their personal savior to come on down. I rose from my seat, and side-stepped over my neighbors, finally reaching the center aisle. I walked down … Continue reading Professing Faith, Confessing Allegiance

Within an Obituary: A Narrative of Anne Stone’s Life

This deftly woven narrative portrays Anne as an intelligent, pious woman, caring for her community and church, and training her children for "usefulness and Heaven." But it is incomplete.

The Cruel War Was Raging, Anderson Had to Fight

Reckonings come with a whoosh of adrenaline. Stinging insights fall over, around, under questions, like water tumbling over stones. The poet Wendell Berry wrote (1): It may be that when we no longer know what to dowe have come to our real work,and that when we no longer know which way to gowe have come … Continue reading The Cruel War Was Raging, Anderson Had to Fight

How The Words Were Passed: Reappraising

I've been reading, and re-reading, Clint Smith's remarkable book, How The Word Is Passed: A Reckoning with the History of Slavery Across America. This series of posts is the outgrowth of my underlined pages and margin notes, inspired by Smith's stories, prompted by his questions. My words will be an attempt to reckon with the … Continue reading How The Words Were Passed: Reappraising

Father’s Day 1964

It's summer 1964, time to show my daddy some love. I chose a full sheet of cardinal-red construction paper for my card stock, and folded it in half. My nine-year-old self selected this snapshot of me sporting my favorite, mom-made dress--a pink and white striped frock with poppin' pink buttons--and all set to enter the … Continue reading Father’s Day 1964