Killing after killing. Riots. Demands for justice. More killings. Babies aborted. Viruses, sickness, and other phenomena that could only be compared to plagues overtake us. Disaster increases; hope decreases. It becomes evidently clear that black people aren’t safe in this country, hate is running rampant, and the love of money is causing chaos. This has to be a horror movie that we are living in. But where is the hero that comes to save us? Where is God in the midst of our mess? It can be easy to think, even as believers, that God has been silent. Or that He has abandoned us and left us to our evil ways. Scary to realize that this nation identifies Christianity as...
Protect black women. That statement can be taken in various ways by so many people. For some, it evokes feelings of pride for others it speaks about superiority and inferiority between genders. For us, we believe that women and men are equal. It’s the basis of our brand Genesis 1:27.
As a brand, we are committing to praying for black men. We won't pray for them just today, but every day. Black men are loved, appreciated, and covered!
Our men, our women, our brothers, our sisters, daughters, and sons are being annihilated at an alarming rate. Seemingly there is nothing we do about it. We sit uncomfortably in the midst of trauma as MURDERS take place on our social media feeds. Grief presses down on our shoulders until we are flat on our faces unable to move. Fear greets us as we leave our front doors. Relief and anger find us as we come back. What are we supposed to do? As believers? As humans?
Another opportunity. Another disappoint. You sit there wondering why not me—again. As if it wasn’t enough that people already don’t notice your skills, talents, or the way you operate in them with excellence and grace. But this time you were sure you’d be chosen. What else do I have to do? What else is there to prove? Why doesn’t anybody see me? It’s a painful place to be, alone in your thoughts. To hide your disappointment you turn inside. No one else has to carry the burden of your emotional trauma from being overlooked once again. Even if you could trust someone to hold onto the secret you know eventually they’d get emotionally drained and tune you out, or attempt...
