Go to Hell CBF.

Last updated on: February 11, 2018 at 11:56 pm By Jeff Hood

Recently, the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship reaffirmed their deeply ingrained homophobia. Repeatedly, the CBF has failed to champion inclusion and equality…just like their counterparts in the Southern Baptist Convention. What a bunch of spineless cowards. God has left the CBF and anyone with a shred of conscience should too. On this occasion of dumbassticity, I wanted to share something I wrote about the CBF 2 years ago (February 15, 2016). Back then, I got message after message from CBF... Read more

What if Jesus had attended the National Prayer Breakfast?

Last updated on: February 8, 2018 at 9:27 pm By Jeff Hood

Cold. Cold. It was so very cold. Jesus could feel the body breaking down. Every step seemed like it could be his last. Shelter after shelter turned him away. There was nothing to eat. There was nowhere to sleep. Eventually, he found a bridge. As the cars roared by above his head, Jesus cried out to God to save him. As the misery deepened, he heard nothing. Eventually, he dozed. He thought his last thought might truly be his... Read more

“Kelly is a Piece of Sh*t.” -Jesus

Last updated on: February 6, 2018 at 11:05 pm By Jeff Hood

“Kelly is a Piece of Shit.” -Jesus Revelation is magic. Horrible smells seemed to be coming from every crevice of our home. I sniffed my way all around the house. I hadn’t checked the kids. Surely, it wasn’t one of the kids? I was expecting to find something dead. I kept sniffing. After exhausting all other possibilities, I went and checked the kids. My daughter was fine. When I got to my son, he was grinning from ear... Read more

Seeing John Battaglia

Last updated on: February 6, 2018 at 10:59 pm By Jeff Hood

Seeing John Battaglia The room was cold. It’s always cold in there. I was alone. Waiting. It seems that the purpose of prison is to wait. The seat was cold too. I laid my head on the little ledge. Sleep came quickly. I can’t remember if I dreamed or not. When you’re on death row, everything seems like a dream…or rather a nightmare. I don’t know what woke me up. Perhaps it was God. Perhaps it was the Devil.... Read more

Denton, Texas: The Noose / Racist USA

Last updated on: February 6, 2018 at 10:51 pm By Jeff Hood

People live. People laugh. People dance. People love Denton. Everything they could ever want and more exist within the city limits. Truth is a frightening thing. Words can make reality appear much different than it is. The veil is quite thin. When pushed aside, Denton looks very different. White people live. White people laugh. White people dance. White people love Denton. Let’s not forget that this is a city that destroyed the homes of people of color and... Read more

Alone: On Being Human

Last updated on: February 6, 2018 at 10:45 pm By Jeff Hood

Does God remember me? Dust to dust. Breathe to breathe. I am God’s creation. I think. Does God remember me? Truth was close. I could feel it. Now, I don’t believe it was ever close at all. Maybe I want to. Maybe I don’t. Truth has always been a liar. Shots changed my life. They pierced the night. Somehow they found me. In the midst of the chaos, I was I. God was God. In that moment,... Read more

The Price of Defiance: Thrift Store Spirituality

Last updated on: February 1, 2018 at 11:29 am By Jeff Hood

There is something about thrift stores. The colors. The diversity. The smell. The violence? I’ve never grown used to it. “Rev. Hood?” “Dr. Hood?” “Are you that guy from television?” “Hood?” Though the situations are different, the objective is always the same…confrontation. Most of these folks see me as a traitor to my race. Some see me as a terrorist. Many see me. When I’m approached in public, I prepare for the worst. I’ve rarely been wrong.... Read more

Identity Implosion: The Failure to Be Human

Last updated on: January 29, 2018 at 8:17 am By Jeff Hood

On most days, you will find us riding around Denton, Texas on a caravan of wheels. In order to accommodate our five children, I created a bike trailer capable of carrying everyone. Needless to say, we are a sight to behold. The meaning of life is simple…to be human. In an age of identity, desiring to be human is the apex of countercultural existence. We can talk about the ists and isms all we want…we can even completely... Read more

The Money: A Parable of Sorts (Part 6/7 of 8): The Trial

Last updated on: January 25, 2018 at 6:01 pm By Jeff Hood

The records said that I pled out. I didn’t plea shit. Didn’t nobody care about me killing no nigger woman. While I’ve thought about it once or twice, I’ve come to the conclusion every time that the world is better off with one less nigger in the world. Don’t judge me. God’s just as racist as I am. The foolishness was only a minor distraction. Business was booming. We were taking in cash hand over fist.... Read more

At the end of Trump’s first year, I pray for revolution

Last updated on: January 23, 2018 at 7:55 am By Jeff Hood

*This column originally appeared in the Dallas Morning News on Saturday, January 20, 2018 I woke up. Fear had nested in my bones. I couldn’t see. There was something downstairs. The words penetrated the darkness. “Trump” and “win” repeated incessantly on the forgotten radio. Shock exploded. Audio of the vulgar and profane utterances filled my ears. I was terrified for the marginalized and oppressed. Their lives were already tough. Now, things were going to get much... Read more