What this Christian white girl is learning as I listen

Im listening. I'm learning. I'm learning that the heroes of my American Christianity held out the gospel with one hand and the chains of their slaves with the other. I'm learning that the history I've been taught has left out a lot. As a result, I have believed a whitewashed narrative that made the wickedness… Continue reading What this Christian white girl is learning as I listen

Fiction Friday: The Monk and the Fisherman

The vow of silence wasn't hard for Chip.  He lived among the pines, spruce and aspen of the Apache Sitgreaves Blue Range Primitive Area.  The sound of wind rushing through the aspen leaves and the song of the swallows created an instrumental background that breeds a peace utter silence cannot.  Chip's life consisted of going… Continue reading Fiction Friday: The Monk and the Fisherman