Creek. Creek. Creek. I knew where I was going. Maybe I didn’t. Every step brought me closer. Though I’d traveled up there many times…the summit was different and different again and again…something new was always bubbling up in my soul. Though I’d been up here many times before, I knew that this was the first time. The old door always stuck. It was as if it always wanted to reminisce for a second before giving way to a whole... Read more
David Buckel self-immolated on Saturday, April 14, 2018 around 6:30am at Prospect Park in New York City. I didn’t know David Buckel. I only know his fire. That is enough. Traveling throughout the land, David healed people. His medicine was fire. Repeatedly, David fought against evil to secure the rights of LGBT persons. His miracles often took place at weddings. That doesn’t mean he stopped there. David spent the later days of his ministry fighting to... Read more
I thought about suicide. Darkness fills the room. Light floods my eyes. I am blinded for the moment. I sit up in bed. Is anyone there? Squinting, I see something in the distance. Sight returns. I see a man burning. I hear God. I’ve never seen such righteousness. “Kill his ass!” “Let me at him!” “Rip his dick off!” “He won’t be teaching that bullshit around here anymore.” “Who in the fuck does he think he is?”... Read more
Good Evening, My name is Rev. Dr. Jeff Hood. I’m not here to dialogue with you. I’m not here to talk about policy or provide recommendations. I’m here to see if you have soul. We keep on getting video after video after video out of Fort Worth, Texas…giving this town that is often called “Cowtown” evidence of why such a name is appropriate…because y’all treat people like animals. A CLOSED FIST! A CLOSED FIST! A CLOSED FIST! Imagine if... Read more
The room was electric with anticipation. Every eye was glued to the stage. Everything but the speaker was a waste of time. We were about to hear one of the greatest liberal theologians of all time. Finally, he arose. I couldn’t believe how old he was. The pictures made him look so young. I guess that’s a trick of publishing. Keep recycling an old picture to make the writer appear relevant. When he started speaking, I wasn’t surprised to... Read more
*Originally Posted on Palm Sunday 2015 The people of Jerusalem waved their palms madly to celebrate the entry of Jesus into their town. Less than seven days later, Jesus was tortured and executed in the same place. Though Palm Sunday is a time to celebrate, I can never get past the fact that the same palm wavers either participated in or did nothing to stop the execution of Jesus. The lesson of the juxtaposition should be one of caution.... Read more
In the beginning… “She just disappeared!” Memories of something flood my brain. I used to know exactly what it was. I used to believe. I used to see. I long for those days. Where do I go? “She didn’t disappear.” There are no memories. Nothing ever happened. It was a mirage. It was fake. I refuse to believe. Knowledge has saved me. I will never return to that bullshit. “Maybe…she disappeared?” Something is... Read more
I’d stayed after school. I had something to do. I guess I always had something to do. When the news hit, the news hit hard. Blood in the hallways. Death in the cafeteria. Pain everywhere. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe. I tried to pray. I prayed for the victims. I prayed the school. I prayed for the community. Such prayers seemed obvious. I’d always found something somewhere else. Then, I saw their faces. Pure... Read more
Behold, I sat in a large room. There was no light. There were only smiles. They seemed to get closer and closer. I couldn’t move. I could only pray. I came seeking justice. I came. Was I here by choice? Or a slave to the colors? The woman seemed so kind. Every wrinkle on her face was a window to the past. She touched my arm to draw me deeper. Though all seemed right, something sat disturbed within me.... Read more
The Sin of the Ballot: The Evil of Voting Does God vote? “Obama is going to save us all.” I remember those words so clearly. Amongst the oppressed of Oxford, Mississippi, hope was spelt Obama. I was excited too. I too believed that Obama could save us all. We were all wrong. Obama was not Jesus Christ. I can’t believe we expected him to be. I can’t believe…in the ballot. Some might say that voting is... Read more
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