The Black church has a gift for American Christianity. Are we all willing to receive it? New Testament scholar Esau McCaulley, author of “Reading While Black,” talks with Amy Julia about Black biblical interpretation, distorted views of the gospel, the importance of identity within a Christian’s story, and the Black church’s commitment to both the theological tenets of Christianity and advocating for justice.
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"If you find a perfect church, don’t join it. You’d spoil it."
Maybe time away from church this year has caused you to reevaluate what your relationship with your local church will look like going forward. It is the kind of reevaluation that often happens at midlife, but the pandemic has amplified the question of what church is for a whole lot of us.
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Awakening to racism is the start of a lifelong journey.
Pre-pandemic, a friend described me as woke when she introduced me to a Black woman. I couldn’t have been prouder. And yet, as we come to grips with the ongoing racial disparities in our country, much has had to change for many of us. For me, my pride took a fall when I realized how untrue my friend’s statement was and how un-woke I really am.
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More than other groups, black Americans dive deep into the Word.
It’s a Sunday evening and we’re just kids—black kids, in fact. We should be outdoors in fading daylight, slurping Mama’s homemade ice cream, catching fireflies, watching our parents laugh with neighbors, changing the record player—turning it low to soft-serenade our long-running, after-church meal.
Instead, dinner’s over and we kids are back at church. And get this: We kids are happy about it. “Sit next to me,” a friend whispers, pulling me over to her. We compare the outfits we’ve worn. Our summer sandals. Our straw summer handbags. As the boys come in, we try to act aloof, as if we don’t care. One boy pulls my friend’s curly ponytail. She starts to protest, but in walks our teacher.
CONTINUE READING (This article was originally published in Christianity Today).