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To the Servant-Leaders of the World

This is my love letter to the servant-leaders of the world.

I see you.  I see you there, working so hard.

You have a gift, or a mission, or a vision.  You have a knack for pulling people together, or you have reached down deep inside yourself and found something to serve in its place, because the need you see is so strong.  And you have brought together a group: a service project, a spiritual community, a movement against injustice, and you are engaged down to your bones.  You can sense the coming of the Beloved Community, and you are holding open the door, inviting in anyone who is willing to join you.

And then it happens.  (It always happens.)  Just as you feel the first faint flush of success, of forward momentum toward your goal, the infighting begins.  (It always begins.)

And you feel despair.  This is what I need you to know: do not despair.

We are always falling in and out of the Beloved Community; we find it for a span of heartbeats, and then it dissolves away in ou…

Yeah, It Really Is About Race

This story is old news.  Unfortunately, this story is old news: as old as my country, and older still.
America is a racist nation.


Mike Brown’s death is barely mentioned in the news cycle these days.  I’m not sure who, outside of activist circles, has paid attention to the too-little-too-late “apologies” of Ferguson’s chief of police to his family–nor to the tone-deaf gesture he made, of marching with the very protesters calling for his resignation, while refusing to resign.

I do know that the events in Ferguson have lit a fire under me that seems to have completely destroyed my complacent sense that racism is an evil that lies comfortably in the past.  I do know that, almost two months after a man was shot with his hands in the air in surrender, I can’t rest.

My restlessness is made worse when I am in worship.

Week after week, day after day, in meeting and in my own times of meditation, I find myself suddenly overwhelmed by my unease.  My mind comes back and comes back, …