A child cannot fully know how they are being cared for and blessed, fed, and nurtured. You eat the food placed before you, and you absorb lessons you are not even aware are being taught. I simply trusted that my grandmother and the church mothers wanted the best for me, wanted more for me than they wanted for themselves. I had no way to express my... See more

Are there words to convey the treasure I inherited from people who created a distinctly African American faith—a theology that consistently and unequivocally contested white dominance? How can I say thanks for a theology not just rooted in eschatological hope but focused on becoming the beloved community on earth as it will be in heaven?