a Korean American woman,
am this weary
saying “How long, oh Lord,”
more trending hashtags,
new names to remember and say,
another precious life taken too soon,
mamas having to grieve in front of cameras,
children robbed of entire lifetimes with their parents
wondering who in my life it could have been,
the inevitable gaslighting, excuses, blame,
calls for peaceful protest,
cries of bad apples and “accidental discharge”
instead of indicting a system damned from the beginning,
I wonder how tiring it feels to be Black in America, to know that every single day white…
(Written after reading that 유영애, one of the Atlanta shooting victims, was killed while opening the door at the spa.)
Our ancestors are familiar with
the power of circles-
alternate economies flowing
with giving and receiving,
lending and borrowing,
serving and being served,
in the confidence that the gifts always return,
everyone receives their fill.
And yet we have settled in a land
of impenetrable hierarchy-
stark lines and staggering ladders
demanding that we progress, climb,
and grasp for scarce gifts
that never come back.
We are too familiar with opening doors for others only to become collateral damage, taken…
your creation is hurting.
Our bodies are pierced by violence,
our land is riddled with bullet shells,
our eyes are unnerved by images of horrified, bloodied faces,
our ears are tired of hearing, “the suspect has been identified,”
our hearts are heavy from grieving grandmothers and children,
co-workers and friends.
We call this violence senseless,
yet know it makes complete sense
for who we are and the path we’ve chosen.
So we cry out, “How long, oh Lord?
How long must we see the desecration of what is sacred, feel the shallowness of “thoughts and prayers”…
Jesus from Nazareth of Galilee-
from the liminal places-
You are familiar with the pangs of judgment
in declarations of where you are “from.”
You are acquainted with the unceasing violence
of an Empire which demeans your status,
a religious institution that labels you a threat,
and a society that crucifies your flesh
as a scapegoat.
You also know what it means to have your
belly lavishly fed,
feet lovingly washed,
body skillfully tended to,
burial clothes thoughtfully prepared,
existence generously supported,
by women. …
For All of Us: A Prayer for International Women’s Day
God who created us very good,
every day is a day to celebrate
the splendor, the wonder
of all of us-
For all that we carry-
water on our heads,
babies in our wombs,
the legacy of our ancestors,
dreams for future generations,
we ask for strength in our bones
and love for our own frames.
For all that we raise-
the children of our villages,
communities of resilience,
we ask for the courage to keep asserting
and a world that honors our being.
I saw these small fallen blossoms on a morning walk and they felt fitting for this Ash Wednesday, when we remember the freedom that comes from remembering we are dust, yet God knows and cherishes us.
Since I began engaging the Lenten season over a decade ago, it’s always been hard for me. Fasting food brings up a lot of issues for me, and I would usually fail and give up 2/3 of the way in. I always felt obligated to fast without really understanding why or locating desires behind it, and the Enneagram 3 in me always pushed me…
TW: Violence, Racism, Elder Abuse
In the first week of February 2021, there were notable incidents of violence against Asian elders, including an 84 year old Thai man Vicha Ratanapakdee who was killed after being pushed in San Francisco.
While violence against the Asian American community is not new, it has been exacerbated by the covid-19 virus. Stop AAPI hate reports that 3 out of 4 Asian Americans are anxious of anti-Asian bias associated with the coronavirus.
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God of our elders, Creator of sacred bodies, we are outraged and we are scared. We…
Sometimes, it feels like
You have forgotten us-
left us in this unending cyclone
of uncertainty, grief, death, and loss,
wreaking havoc on our already fragile lives.
Yet your Incarnation reminds us
that you are not a far-away God,
but a God who always breaks in,
comes into the middle
of our pain and darkness.
So we say, “Come Lord Jesus!”
Come quickly, and save.
Into the middle of our grief
for lives lost too soon- unnecessarily, disproportionately -
Come and bring your holy tears alongside ours.
ONE: Into the middle of our separation…
God of the Turning,
On this day in which we watch the turning-
of one administration to the next,
a page filled with indecency, dishonesty,
corruption, and bigotry
to one that is yet to be written,
help us not be satisfied merely with
the turning of presidents.
Fill our hearts with the right measure of hope-
based not in myths of America’s greatness,
specific political parties,
or even the breaking of ceilings. …
Written on January 6, 20201.
In the face of domestic terrorism at the Capitol.
God of Revelation,
on this day when we see
the violence of Empire
rage in halls of earthly power-
Scaling walls, destroying property,
seeding dissension, disregarding humanity-
Open our eyes clearly
to the life and way of Jesus,
that we might be freed from tyranny.
Help us to seek You, like the Magi- unlikely worshippers treading softly, persistently, curiously onward toward a realm in which all living creatures are united to bow low, before a King who lifts the humble, feeds the hungry, and turns the…
Co-Pastor @bethelcommunitysl | Director of Advocacy @fphayward | pastor, activist, writer | married to @eubanksme | co-author of @lentenlament | she/her