Finding a Place to Worship
Not to be confused: We ARE the Church, we GATHER as the Church and we GO to a Church!
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Not to be confused: We ARE the Church, we GATHER as the Church and we GO to a Church!
It seems like the conversation we should be having right now is about the word “pause.”
I’m really thankful that, on campus, we are not relegating Black History — or anybody else’s history — to one office, one person or one group. Hearing about activities that are happening with different dorms is really helpful, and I see that many different people and groups are engaged.
The following is an excerpt from a recent social media post following some time watching the media footage of the Derek Chauvin trial.
While sitting on the bed next to my best friend, we were both about 8-years-old, looking for something fun to do. He was carving out a lampshade using a sharp box cutter knife. He was hoping to make an eagle’s face and then to project the silhouette onto the wall. It sounded so cool! We were both so focused on what he was doing, that if it were not for the stabbing pain and gushing blood from my leg, we would not have noticed that he had accidentally stabbed me. Just above my kneecap and straight through my denim jeans protruded the long, sharp object. He just kept saying over and over again, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!” I only had one thought: please stop apologizing and pull it out of my leg.