A question was asked in a tweet, “If you weren’t a pastor what would you do your a living.” While many people responded with the somewhat expected, “teacher”, “writer”, “Batman” alternatives… I found myself wanting to comment “Anything.” It’s been a decade and a half and one thing is certain…

I’m a pastor. I share this disclaimer as my perspective is one from inside the institutional beast that is vocational ministry. I’ve been a cog in the Christian faith machine my entire adult life. Yet today I find myself curious as to whether or not I can stay connected to…

Chapter 2 Cantrell was an eleven year old when she had decided to go to Waters Bible College. The thing is, by the time she got to eighteen she didn’t want to go any longer. Now she was a freshly twenty-one year old coed walking through the halls of a science building…

Chapter 1 The handgun was holstered on the officer’s hip buttoned down and secured by a seemingly leather strap, but Howell couldn’t tell for sure if it was leather or a highly polished plastic composite. He’d assumed the Boykins PD wasn’t cutting corners when it came to upholstered holstery, but this fleeting…

“I offer […] an account of modernity and demonstrate how it is that in functioning according to and harboring a logic of race.”¹ It is right to begin with such a quote from J. Kameron Carter, Race: A Theological Account, being that the offerings and intentionality of our writing share…