But first, confession

One thing my evangelical upbringing taught me, if imperfectly, is that repentance and confession form the basis of all faith. So let me start this endeavor with that. Dear white evangelical friends, I’m sorry. I confess my anger and disillusion with you. I confess my judgment and lack of empathy. I confess I have becomeContinue reading “But first, confession”

A Zebra Without Stripes

I grew up a white American child in Kenya. A doubting, struggling, fearful Christian with bold, unwavering, evangelical missionary parents. As an adult, I’ve straddled the worlds of conservative Christianity and liberal academia, red states and blue states, flyover country and elite coasts, America and Africa. I can navigate a cocktail party or a tentContinue reading “A Zebra Without Stripes”