“There was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, from all tribes and peoples and languages, standing before the throne.” – Revelation 7:9 (NRSVA)

I find myself wondering what kind of face the new age will have.

“See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” - Isaiah 43:19a (NIV)

Pentecost is often called the birthday of the Church. Yet Pentecost is more than a memory of how the Church began.

There are places where history becomes more than memory. There are places where the wounds of the past and the mercy of God meet in a way that makes the soul tremble.

“In him we live and move and have our being.” – Acts 17:28

On the morning of resurrection, the angel spoke with quiet clarity: “He is not here… Go to Galilee; there you will see Him.” (Matthew 28:7)

I was raised among the shadows of war.

The season of Lent is not merely a liturgical interval in the church calendar. It is a sacred return.

Black History Month invites the Church not only to remember,but to repent, to listen, and to see again. At the center of Scripture stands a God who does not look away.