Description: Recounting stories in the hope of a more just and beautiful world.
I was wrong. I’m sure there are still holes in my theology. The aim of this admission is to describe my journey towards understanding my privilege as a white woman and the ways that racism permeates systems in the USA. My narrative traces my journey in the hopes that my vulnerability will allow others to begin or continue their own journeys to understanding how power and privilege have been woven into the fabric of our nation. For readers who identify themselves as Christians, I hope that the explanation of
Growing up in a white evangelical world
Curled up in a corner, as a child, I turned page after page, absorbing stories of the resistance during World War II, abolitionists on the Underground Railroad, and suffragettes at the turn of the century. My inarticulate heartcry for as long as I can remember has been to help others by defying injustice. Problematically, though, in the 1990s, it seemed as though the only real problems were overseas. There didn’t seem to be any problems in my world, one where my middle class family lived on one income and m