An affirming place for working-class spirituality, encouragement, rest between our battles, and comfort food.
Sunday, January 22, 2023
Hammie Nixon was born on January 21, 1908. Here is a favorite clip of him and Sleepy John Estes
Monday, January 16, 2023
Freeing God to be God--Rev. Graylan Scott Hagler
Part of Rev. Hagler's essay contains the following. The entire essay can be found here.
During the pandemic, and under Trumpism, a racial split emerged in the evangelical movement as white evangelicals largely supported the policies of Trump; many of those policies clearly racist, and communities of-color, in general, were horrified at the antics of Trump and the lack of criticism from white evangelicals against those policies and antics of the Trump administration. Racial and ideological cracks were revealed where one perspective supported a political/religious orthodoxy and the status-quo, right or wrong, leaving of-color evangelicals horrified and surprised by the racist theological and ideological gap! The white evangelical community went as far as creating a religious litmus test over not wearing a mask during a pandemic, while Blacks and people of-color were disproportionally infected and died from the virus. This revealed at least two separate theologies. There is the theology of the political status-quo, governments, flag-waving, that believe that political leaders are the appointees of God, that slaves should be obedient to their masters, women are kept silent, and statements of American exceptionalism abound. On the other hand, people of-color continued to look to God for freedom, dignity, protection from the hatred and racism of the society, and to maintain hope and a sense of worth amid a hard and unwelcoming world. At least two Gods were revealed, two theologies, two ideologies, and at least two experiences that heard and perceived God in very different ways.
Sunday, January 15, 2023
Thursday, January 12, 2023
Two contrasting images
The couple above were living in their home on the Bayou Bourbeaux Plantation in Natchitoches Parish, Louisiana in 1940 when this photograph was taken. The plantation was then operated by the Bayou Bourbeaux farmstead association, a semi-cooperative established through the auspices of the Farm Security Administration. The photograph was taken by Marion Post Wolcott for the Farm Security Administration. Zoom in a little on the photograph and you will see that these are hard working people and that the man has a half-smile and that the woman and the child have that apprehensive look of people who are not used to being photographed. The child appears to be playing, or they are not working.
The tragedies that attended these programs were that they were not carried out to in greater scale and did not last longer and prevail against the old political and social systems. We are still fighting the hold-overs and hold-outs of the old planter aristocracy, and the threat of civil war is once again in the air. It is to our lasting shame that we have not yet found the ways to bring poor and working-class people of color and poor and working-class whites together in one mass movement to create good and lasting change.
Would you rather be the hopeful family with a chance at doing better with and within your community or the lone worried and angry man in the rocking chair?
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
Anthony Brown & group therAPy - Worship In The Woods (Official Worship Session)
Sunday, January 1, 2023
Thursday, December 29, 2022
BUT THE GREATEST OF THESE IS LOVE by Timothy Wheeler
He was thinking of Saint Paul’s First Epistle to Corinthians, so lovely in its poetic imagery that it sends chills up and down my spine. Think of the power of seeing truth “as through a glass darkly.” It is worth quoting at length: “If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophesy and can fathom all knowledge and if I have faith that I can move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”
St. Paul continues: “Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always hopes, always perseveres.”
“And now these three remain: Faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
It is a contradiction that St. Paul’ sublime vision of universal love was so corrupted by evil empires, starting with the Roman Empire. First the Roman Emperors crucified Christians, including the Apostle Paul. Then Emperor Constantine in 313 A.D. issued the “Edict of Milan” decriminalizing Christianity. From then on, the ruling classes have used Christianity as a weapon of ruthless conquest. Think of the conquistadors who pillaged the New World, murdering hundreds of thousands, driven by an insatiable greed for gold. And following right behind them was the Holy Roman Catholic Church subduing and indoctrinating the Aztecs, Mayans, Incans, as round two of the conquest.
Where was the love in this wholesale genocide?
Yet tens of millions of oppressed people reject the deliberate distortion of the Holy Gospel by the religious demagogues, fake evangelism pouring out a litany of lies.
Among the clearest in exposing these lies is the African American people. They saw in Jesus’ teachings a path to freedom. I think St. Paul, the African American people----and my dad----were right: “Faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Friday, December 23, 2022
Thursday, December 22, 2022
Some thoughts on where we come from
The following was written by Bobbie Rutledge and appeared on the Appalachian
Americans Facebook page:
I knew a man, he was a poor man but an honest and hardworking man. He pulled corn for $.25 cents a day. He graduated from high school in a time, where most young people did not. He wanted to go to University of Georgia to become a Soil Conservationist since he came from sharecroppers. He wanted to import their lives and see that they could own their own land. However he got a letter from Uncle Sam that he was needed. This man, who had never gone any further than 25 miles from Georgia went to Texas, California, Florida, France, and Germany. He drove a tank. When he got back he farmed along side his parents. He picked cotton from sun up till sundown with no complaints. He married a beautiful black haired lady. They had a child that was their world. The year the child was born his cotton crop made $50 and the hospital bill was $48. He finally decided that farming wasn’t gonna get since child any future. So he went to work driving he’s y equipment for the county he lived in grading roads thru the farm land he used to farm. That broke his heart. But life goes on. One day he was driving with his son in law , in the SIL new trick when they turned wrong and the SIL got on ONSTAR to find their way back. The man listened to the directions given and when they were back home, he turned to my hubby and said that was nice of that man to stay in the phone with us. Hubby laughed and said it was a computer. Daddy said well I swear, this came from a man, who walked to school, did his homework by lamplight and saw electric light come into his house. Saw TV come into it’s on. Finally got a telephone at the age of 40. This man who went without dinner so his child could eat. This man. Is who Americans have to thanks for being what we are today. This man is my Daddy, thanks Daddy, I sure miss you.
From Journey of a Mountain Woman:
When I was growing up when a person was near death, the Drs would say 'call the family in' and in most cases no matter where they were they would go back to the old home place in the mountains. It was a duty and a thankfulness, and A loving grateful opportunity to say goodbye. we all dreaded to hear those words...call the family in. Things have changed but us old folks remember...we remember the goodbyes, the casket set up in the living room, us sitting up all night, drinking strong coffee, that last time. The house smelled of flowers and fried chicken and the table was laden with food brought in by neighbors. Many of us will grieve this Christmas for those who have left us. Many of us are the only one left of a large family and we will smile through the tears as we remember those sad words...call the family in. Have a good night and God bless.
Tuesday, November 29, 2022
Monday, November 28, 2022
Maybe God Is Tryin' To Tell You Somethin' (From "The Color Purple" Soundtrack)
Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Piano, Hammond B3, Conductor, Chorus Conductor: Andrae Crouch
Associated Performer, Recording Arranger, Producer: Quincy Jones
Conductor, Chorus Conductor, Associated Performer, Percussion: Sandra Crouch
Associated Performer, Vocals: Tata Vega
Associated Performer, Vocals: Jacquelyn Farris
Choir: Christ Memorial Church Of God In Christ Choir
Associated Performer, Upright Bass: David Stone
Associated Performer, Drums: Bill Maxwell
Associated Performer, Guitar: Tony Phillips
Associated Performer, Trumpet: Snooky Young
Associated Performer, Tenor Saxophone: Benny Golson
Associated Performer, Trombone: Al Grey
Associated Performer, Violin: William Howard Armstrong
Composer Lyricist: Andrae Crouch
Composer Lyricist: Quincy Jones
Composer Lyricist: B. Maxwell
Composer Lyricist: D. Del Sesto
Wednesday, November 23, 2022
Saturday, August 13, 2022
Discovering Alessandra Harris
I am just now discovering the writer Alessandra Harris. I would say that she's a theologian and intellectual who is very much in the present time. The biographical statement at the Black Catholic Messenger (BCM) website says "Alessandra Harris is author of two novels and is a wife, mother of four, and co-founder of BCM. She earned degrees in Comparative Religious studies and Middle East Studies and currently studies in the Diocese of San Jose's Institute for Leadership in Ministry. She has also contributed to publications such as America Magazine, Grotto Network, and US Catholic. Her third novel is due in 2022."
There is a great deal on the Black Catholic Messenger website by Alessandra Harris. Her three-part interviews with Keith "Bomani Shakur" are good places to start, but I want to draw your attention to her article "Opinion: The pro-life movement has some explaining to do." I offer this not because I'm "pro-life" (I'm not) but because of the thought that went into this writing and because it has "graphic content including descriptions of abortion, rape, homicide, and infanticide" that demands that most of us not look away from as we formulate our positions. She deals frankly with context and radical honesty and judgmental attitudes that get lost in the debates.
Please give Alessandra Harris your attention.
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
Amelia Shields and the Magee Sisters - He's Sweet I Know (8/5/2022) in Yazoo City, MS.
This really is music for the soul...
Monday, July 25, 2022
Thursday, July 21, 2022
Rev. Hanna R. Broome preaching a Special Sermon at Greenleaf Christian Church
Hardly a week goes by that we don't post something from Greenleaf Christian Church or from Bishop Barber, the Bishop and pastor at Greenleaf. I don't know how many people here pay attention to these posts, but I hope that many of you do. You can catch the hymns and praise and most of the service at Greenleaf or you can skip ahead to the sermons. I have never heard a sermon at Greenleaf that I didn't get much out of. Greenleaf is the kind of church that I'm looking for. I hope that someone reading this feels the same as I do. Reverend Broome gets it done this week. She hits it hard over and over again. I think that we badly need her voice and her testimony right now.
The future of the church - Reverend Leroy Cain interview by Joshua Outsey - And supporting Appalshop
The video below came from Joshua Outsey of Appalshop. I cannot recommend supporting Appalshop enough. This is real talk right here, and Appalshop is where you can go to hear more real talk and real music. Appalshop also sponsors WMMT, my favorite radio station.
In a support-raising e-mail Mr. Outsey says the following:
Black churches are central to our communities and cultures here in Appalachia. Some of these churches even predate the Civil War. Through digitally recorded oral histories, photographs and moving images, my goal is to tell their stories--including those of the black coal miner--and through those stories bring more visibility to black Appalachian history.At age 36, I have spent the last 20 years of my life living and working throughout Central Appalachia. I am an activist, and cultural organizer. Being a Black Appalachian is something I take pride in because that identity challenges what most people think of when they hear “Appalachia.” I intend to use my work to alter the narrative and bridge cultural gaps that exist throughout our region.
I value faith, family, community, diversity and inclusion. My goal is to spread awareness of the similarities and differences that Black Appalachians may share with each other and Appalachian people as a whole. Working with Black faith based communities energizes me. I love learning and sharing historical details of information about these specific people and their lives.
The existence of Black communities in Central Appalachia has largely been ignored and erased from the mainstream narrative.
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