2017 was a rough year. Most of us can agree on that. And yet 2017 did have white evangelicals having to make a decision if we were going to wake up or not.
What’s hard for us white people to come to grips with is that Trump, in many ways is the white, heterosexual, patriarchal, evangelical consciousness. He reveals our sickness, our evil, our complicity. And just patting our backs and thinking, “I didn’t vote for Trump” isn’t going to cut it.
For much of my life, I’ve been pretty ignorant. And yet, I cannot be anymore.
There’s too many people of color hurting and dying. There’s too many sermons about the Good Samaritan without it having any effect in the streets. And I am among the guilty.
On Wednesday, I leave for Chicago to attend the Mystic Soul Conference. It’s a POC-centered conference bringing to life what the Christian contemplative tradition and healing justice looks like, led by those who have been silenced again and again. Yet their voices are dynamic and strong; and I know that I will be richly blessed by them, as they ask me to follow, not to lead. As a white person, I’ve been invited to attend to learn, and to continue to let go of the many layers of white supremacy and patriarchy that infiltrate my being. I will definitely write more about the conference when I get back.
In 2018, I resolve…
- To follow the lead of black women (make sure to watch the video)
- To lean into difficult conversations, rather than shy away from them.
- To support local POC-led organizations financially
- To make steps to figure out how my business can reach those without access to high-quality dyslexia resources.
- To call out racism, sexism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, religious discrimination, etc when I see it. To confront it in myself.
I want to dig into the question more, “What do I do with my privilege?” I’m grateful that I’m on this healing journey-and yet I’m also very aware that it’s possible because of my privilege.
And having just moved to Westfield, I’m aware that I’m grateful that living in this apartment has caused greater healing for myself. I’m also aware that I live in a town that’s 91% white, and I live down the street from the 6th best high school in Indiana.
In 2018, I resolve to be aware, to question, to be myself in the present moment. And out of this awareness, hopefully come a little bit closer to loving my neighbor as myself.