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Separate Sundays

“It is appalling that 11:00 A. M. on Sunday morning remains the most segregated hour in America.”  When Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. made this statement during the height of the American Civil Rights Movement, I believe that most Christians, black and white, understood it to be the activist’s way of saying that racial discrimination … Continue reading

Abracadabra

     The late 1960s were a turbulent time in the United States and as “colored” people, (“Black” and “African-American” hadn’t yet made their way into the popular vernacular)  our parents did their best to raise my sisters and me within the delicately balanced framework of the hopefulness of the future juxtaposed against the discrimination … Continue reading

Paper or Plastic?

Paper or plastic?  Coke or Pepsi?  Boxers or briefs?  Many of us make these deceptively simple, split-second decisions, hundreds, perhaps even thousands, of times throughout our lives.  But are these choices really as simple as they seem, and do we actually have any real choices at all? Long ago, my siblings labeled me the “goody … Continue reading

Being Real

Even in his prime he was nothing fancy.  Built like a teddy bear but with the floppy ears of a dog, “Branigin” was (and remains) my favorite stuffed animal.  While my memory of exactly the day I received him is a little hazy (that does tend to happen after 50 years or so), I think … Continue reading