We had a gate growing up. I didn’t realize what an important symbol that heavy metal port was at the time. It was painted various colors at various times. Mum would holler, “go get the gate,” and one of us kids would jump at it. I ran as fast as my little legs would carryContinue reading ““GO GET THE GATE””
Category Archives: Musings
THREE LITTLE WORDS
Our life’s purpose is to do what is right, and just, and fair. Tune in to a message on Proverbs 21:3. “To do what is right and just is more acceptable to the LORD than sacrifice.”
COVERING OVER AN OFFENSE
I was just a little girl at a bus station in the big city of Nairobi when I heard commotion. A large crowd was hollering and people scampered this way and that. Scared, I asked my older sister what was happening. All of a sudden, as quickly as the commotion had started, there was aContinue reading “COVERING OVER AN OFFENSE”
FOSTER CARE AS AN ADULT
My friend, I’ll call her Rhythm and Blues, wrote this marvelous work that the world needs to see. Do you know? When will you know? My historical trauma. When will you stop saying, “oh I’m sure you don’t want to talk about that.” Or “I’m sorry I asked” when we are talking about childhood. If youContinue reading “FOSTER CARE AS AN ADULT”
WITH ALL OF MY HEART
“I will praise you with all my heart;” Psalm 9:1a. When I think of praise (Heb. Yadah), I think of verbal expression of one’s greatness. This verse corrects my definition. Praise is not just verbal. It’s a heart matter. Hmmm. In Pr. 4:23 Solomon told us, “above all things guard your heart, for from itContinue reading “WITH ALL OF MY HEART”
Some of My Earlier Story
https://story-night-podcast.castos.com/episodes/episode-27-hannah-tk Correction: I referred to porneia as the Hebrew word for Pornography/ idolatry. It’s actually the Greek word.
What I’ve Experienced at the Hands of These White People
I’ve been hearing the word narrative a lot lately. I have one too. When I moved to the States in the mid nineties, I showed up at PDX with a green and black plaid suitcase in hand. Ken Reade, a giant of a man, drove me through the city and to the small town thatContinue reading “What I’ve Experienced at the Hands of These White People”
BLAK Lives Matter (Part 4) – Damn, the Bastard Child Shows Up!
This is a raw tribute to lands across the world that have been devastated by colonialism. The bastard has unexpectedly shown up at his dinner table. Bags in hand. He never thought he’d see her again! What sudden discomfiture, what indigestion she causes. She pays no mind to the refined company present. Her strikingContinue reading “BLAK Lives Matter (Part 4) – Damn, the Bastard Child Shows Up!”
BLAK Lives Matter (Part 5) – What Can I Do?
Image retrieved 6/12/2020 from: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=328642&picture=single-candle-in-dark-background God’s has a disturbing indictment: “I hate, I despise your religious festivals. Your assemblies are a stench to me… away with the noise of your songs…” “This is what the Lord says: “Seek me and live; There are those who turn justice into bitterness and cast righteousness to the ground.Continue reading “BLAK Lives Matter (Part 5) – What Can I Do?”
BLAK Lives Matter (Part 3) – Why Blak, not Black?
Photo retrieved from: https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2020/jun/09/black-lives-matter-protesters-referred-to-our-count-of-432-aboriginal-deaths-in-custody-its-now-437 I visited Australia in 2019. I was thrilled by Aboriginal names of streets, towns, and landmarks: Drik Drik, Warandite, Wagga Wagga, Yarra River, Gooloogong, Bellambi, Murrumburrah, Manganatang. They are so resonant and lyrical that one almost has to assume the grand posture of an orator to pronounce them right. Presently, IContinue reading “BLAK Lives Matter (Part 3) – Why Blak, not Black?”
