Often I see people express gratitude to God for their material gains. On Facebook, someone will thank God for their life, “So blessed by god to have been given this [middle-upper class, privileged, white, American] life.” I’ve always had a problem with this expression of some people’s faith. I always wondered how is it that I was given this life, with all of the privilege I have, and another child was given war. Other children in the world have been granted the blessings of a less privileged situation, or had their families murdered, or were taken into the sex trade, or endured any number of random adversities that I never even had to dream of because my blessings had me born in America, with white skin and middle class parents? Continue reading “#blessed”


13 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned,[a] but have not love, it profits me nothing. Continue reading “Love.”