People are often surprised by how much I love Jesus. Not the way most Christians talk about Jesus. Not the weaponized version. Not the one used to threaten queer people or enforce belonging. The Jesus I love lived in the margins. The one who walked toward suffering, not away from it. I’ve always wrestled with faith. When I was 13, I saw images of children starving during a famine in Africa. I remember asking myself, if God exists, why aren’t they being saved? Why aren’t praye

"Peace and friendship with all mankind is our wisest policy, and I wish we may be permitted to pursue it." – Thomas Jefferson Waking up...

“When a poor person dies of hunger, it has not happened because God did not take care of him or her. It has happened because neither you...

“Learn to do right; seek justice. Defend the oppressed. Take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow.”  – Isaiah 1:17...