Give Me a Racist Over A Racist System Anyday by Randy Woodley

"Now brother Woodley, Rev. _______ will share his apology with you and then you can apologize to him." These are last words I needed to hear to understand the jist of  "platform reconciliation" about twelve years ago. "Why in hell would I want to apologize?," I asked myself. I then left the event and vowed never to enable this type of trite confession offering cheap reconciliation again. Over the years the movement has become more sophisticated but the core is still sick, missing key components … [Read more...]

Richard Twiss’ Memorial Talk by Randy Woodley

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They say only love can break your heart. Since I first got the news of Richard’s heart attack, like you, my heart has been broken. But, it also feels like my whole life has been broken, or like one of my legs has been cut off. Richard’s Lakota name was translated  “He Stands With His People” but there were many ways in which Richard helped me to stand.We began phone calls and emails 16 years ago. We were both very critical of each other in our approach to Native American culturally contextu … [Read more...]

Indian in Another Place © 2006 Randy Woodley

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  i find myself locked inside this concrete maze to fulfill some ill-conceived expectation chained to the conversations of ten thousand people saying nothing together in bizarre concert my heart screams in silence escape...find the earth and let her hold you before peace is illusive and honor can not be claimed. **** the hostile city lights reflect against store front mirrors preaching the obscene echoes of obtrusive billboards my eyes squint as they wound my soul and i stand … [Read more...]

The Busy (c) 2003 Randy S. Woodley

The busy, dizzy bustle in this lonely, lonely world. Traffic moving forward. People moving back. More lights—the world’s a brighter place but look… Progressing dimness here in my soul. Hide the dimness—up the lights. Yell, at this world—yell at myself. Float my deepest feelings on national air waves Alone, I stay in the shallows.The busy, dizzy bustle in this growing, lonely world. Turn up the music—drown out the sound. Get louder the voices speaking from my soul. Sincere regrets br … [Read more...]

Poetry: American Sons by Randy Woodley

Today, I'm posting about the American enterprise of war but really more about how precious is each person's life and the cost of war to our humanity. "American Sons" is the poem. I apologize to all women because our daughters are now being sent to the front lines but when I wrote this poem, it was not the case. I beg your indulgence.American Sons by Randy Woodley © 2000 At what cost O God has this country been born? That of a fifteen year old Cherokee boy, Bird Clan-His Father’s only so … [Read more...]

Poetry : Randy Woodley, The Haunting (A Tribute to Richard Twiss)

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Over the next several months I will be posting some of my poetry every Wednesday. Why? I feel like too many words are going out all around us with too little credence given them. It is difficult to hear through too many words, which often excuses us from doing. Sometimes a song or a poem can change the way we hear things or even change a life. For now, I'll keep my songs hidden and just share poetry. My poetry covers a wide variety of topics, all I feel are relevant to Emergence and the churches … [Read more...]

Return to a Theology of Normalcy or the Same Old Homogenous Imperialism? By Randy S. Woodley

It is coming….the signs of restored racism in our society are beginning to show… Increased hate crimes, record gun sales, White Male Supremacy is definitely on the rebound! It was precipitated by the organized resistance to the first Black President, (think Tea Party and the hijacking of the Republican led House). The Tea Party and their corporate donors have mastered the redistricting game and are now working on gerrymandering on a state level. They intend to win again and "they" mostly rep … [Read more...]

May Christmas be Filled with Mouse Poop and Camel Spit By Randy S. Woodley

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In this cynical and snarky world in which we live, we are getting pretty good at diagnosing the problems in the world, sometimes even to the point of paralysis. We blog about them, we read about them, (many Christians today would like to read themselves into Heaven),we discuss what's wrong with the world and we even preach about them. Being informed is not a bad thing but it is often the only thing we do. Our Western worldview has come to equate knowledge with real spirituality. I would like to … [Read more...]

Finding Current Meaning In Jesus’ Birth (Part 1) By Randy Woodley

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It Was A Night Around Christmas The meaning of this poem will be reflected in Part 2 in two weeks. (Spoken to the cadence of “T’was The Night Before Christmas”)       It was a night around Christmas, in a crowded old caveWith camels and horses and cattle she laidKnocked up by the Spirit, baby daddy besidePsycho girl in some trouble, or maybe she lied No time for a cleaning, no time for midwifeThe st … [Read more...]

A Voter’s Guide: Shalom and the Community of Creation: An Indigenous Vision by Randy Woodley (pp.14-16)

Shalom is meant to be both personal (emphasizing our relationships with others) and structural (replacing systems where shalom has been broken or which produce broken shalom, such as war or greed-driven economic systems). In shalom, the old structures and systems are replaced with new structures and new systems. The universal expectation for all humanity to live out shalom has been given. Shalom has been decreed. God expects us to make the old way of living new. The Creator requires us to … [Read more...]


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