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White Like Me

Over dinner last month, my 4-year-old asked, “Are the new neighbors white-skinned or brown-skinned?” As I pondered how to answer, his big sister chimed in, “I hope they’re white-skinned.” I paused, barely chewed. Could I answer without scolding or shaming them? I hazarded a question: “Why do you hope they are white-skinned?” I asked. “Because …

In Which I Vow Never Again to Roll My Eyes if Someone Says, “The Gay Games… is Like Church.”

(A version of this post appeared in a sermon preached August 17, 2014 at Faith United Church of Christ, Richmond Heights, Ohio ~theRevCK) I rolled my eyes in church last month. I’m not exactly proud of it. I was packed into a cathedral with no air conditioning. As a preacher slowly began her homily in the …