The Unlikely Missionary

Going a little ahead, he fell on his face, praying, “My Father, if there is any way, get me out of this. But please, not what I want. You, what do  you  want?” Matthew 26:39 Being the mom of a little black boy is in equal parts joyous and terrifying. Holding my son in my arms I cried both tears of joy because he was here and safe and terrified because I knew that as a little black boy in America I couldn't always keep him that way. That is the dichotomy of being Black in America. Equal parts joy and pain. Finding the balance of existing and surviving. Holding ones breathe every time your loved one is out of your sight and hoping they will make it home safe. Often, I wonder, "Lord can you take this cup from me?" Feeling the weight of holding your world together without being able to control the factors that seek to destroy it. Seek to destroy my husband who is big and tall. My son when is smart and growing like a weed. My daughter who is sassy and independent. All because ...

It wasn’t until I was much older that I truly understood that Salvation was more than a get out of hell free card. I accepted Christ when I was a little girl. Partly because I had the fear of God in me but also because even as a child I understood the value of being loved no matter what you do. I have leaned on that truth constantly throughout my life. I often identified with Mary the mother of Jesus when it says she held these things in her heart Luke 2:19). I am very much like that. The words that people say to me or sow into me go straight to my heart, both good and bad. The good things can take me high but the bad things always take me real low and they linger. Being told you are not good enough even when you did your best or being excluded or being disqualified for no reason or being tossed aside for making a mistake messes with you. I often go to God in these moments God often comes to me and whispers to me but I love you, you are enough . This relationship has been crucial in m...

Is the gift of God through Jesus Christ our Lord. We get it all wrong when we tell people they are going to hell. So let me debunk some myths. Being gay doesn’t mean you are going to hell. Cursing doesn’t mean you are going to hell. Having sex before marriage doesn’t mean you are going to hell. Wearing skirts, having an abortion, voting for a female president, getting pregnant out of wedlock does not mean you are going to hell. _________ does not mean you are going to hell. In the blank please add that thing that was told to you in Sunday school so you wouldn’t do it. So the question isn’t what makes you go to hell. According to the Bible, the moment we were born we had a one way ticket there. There are no levels to this. There is no sin that is better than the next or is a little better or is a little worse than the others. The result of all of it is the same. No relationship with God and an eternity burning. "For the wages of sin is death ; but the gift of God is eternal life t...

This song always touches me. We, since the beginning of time, have been waiting for the Lord. But He is already here, in us Enjoy! The Unlikely Missionary, DHW

Its funny how many different versions of Jesus people have. He's black, he's white. How silly that is because he was Jewish. They say He was rich but His cradle was an animal's feeding trough. My Savior was a poor carpenter who depended on the kindness of others for food and shelter. He was a person that most people would ignore if they passed Him on the street. He wouldn't be given a second thought. All the things that we think savior's should be He was not. He wasn't regal or rich and powerful in society. But He was definitely whom we needed. He cared about the poor because he was. He was willing to touch the untouchable because He knew that at the end of His life we would treat Him like a leper. His heart broke over the death of a friend. He knew what it was to go hungry, to sleep outside, to have friends and family turn their back on Him. He knew what it meant to feel physical pain. And when it was all said and done He endured torture and crucifixion bec...