Tag: homeless

  • For the Sins of Men

    For the Sins of Men

    I don't even know the name of the town in Virginia where I met her. It was just one of the stops I made on my way to somewhere else. I needed a manicure and asked Siri for directions to a nail salon. He, my[..]
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  • Jesus was a colored man

    Jesus was a colored man

    Jesus was a colored man. Jesus dressed like the homeless man he was, the same clothes, day after day. Jesus didn't shave, or have his beard professionally maintained, it grew willy-nilly, everywhichaway. Jesus wore his hair in dregs. Jesus smelled of the sweat of the[..]
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  • God Ain’t Using You to Show Off

    God Ain’t Using You to Show Off

      I recoil almost every time I walk into someone's home and eye a big ole "BLESSED" painted on a slab of wood hanging on the wall. Or whenever someone walks past me in the grocery store wearing a t-shirt that declares "Blessed." Really, y'all?[..]
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  • All My Favorite People

    All My Favorite People

    Some of my friends quit church long ago, disappointed and/or hurt by a hierarchy of patriarchy, a system designed specifically to suppress the voices of all but the men in power. Just this past week I heard a woman with a doctorate declare that the[..]
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  • Embrace Them

    Embrace Them

    His name is Steven, he told me as we greeted one another from our comfy seats at the  local bookstore. He wore a blue beanie pulled down low over his forehead. Grey hair spread out over his ears like angel wings. His chest-length beard was[..]
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  • God Drop-Outs

    God Drop-Outs

    Morning Devotion: Isaiah 1 Go home and wash up.     Clean up your act. Sweep your lives clean of your evildoings     so I don’t have to look at them any longer. Say no to wrong.     Learn to do good. Work for justice.     Help the down-and-out. Stand[..]
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  • Begging for Tampons

    Begging for Tampons

      I was digging through the trash can outside the CVS store when a tiny voice called out, "Can I help you with that?" Looking over my shoulder I eyed a young woman pushing a bike. Her reddish hair was swept back in a ponytail.[..]
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  • A Ministry Born of Pain

    A Ministry Born of Pain

        It’s Miz Shelby here again. I’m guest posting today from Guatemala City, where I’m on a trip with World Vision. Come back all week for more updates from this adventure in Guatemala. I called him. I’d been meaning to do that all weekend. It was[..]
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