My Radicalism, My Faith

Heal my heart and make it clean

Open up my eyes to the things unseen

Show me how to love like you have loved me

“Hosanna,” Hillsong United

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Image of cross by Reb2008 via Flickr, CC BY-SA 2.0

Tomorrow is Easter Sunday. Easter is always such a special time for me, as it not only marks the holiest if the Christian holy days but it also usually lands near my birthday in early April. (And no, that’s not why. I was supposed to be born in March and was going to be named April anyway.)

For me, as a nondenominational Christian, Easter is a time of new birth and renewal and blessing. It’s a time of struggle giving way to hope. It’s a time of peace even in the midst of the last remnants of winter bleak.

This time of renewal is vital to me, spiritually, mentally, emotionally, physically. It’s vital to the work I do as a whole person.

I’m never just a radical; I’m a radical of faith. I love Jesus; and all the work I do, I do out of my Jesus-love. My Jesus demands I fight for justice. My Jesus calls me to look out for the marginalized, to listen carefully and signal-boost for those at the fringes. My Jesus is infuriated by oppression and hypocrisy and welcomes my fury, as well. At the same time, my Jesus also fills me with hope that what little I do can and does make some difference.

My faith feeds my work, and I am thankful for this. I know it’s not for everyone and that’s okay. My Jesus teaches me to DO THE WORK with my allies regardless of our differing experiences and motivations.

So on this Easter Sunday, I give thanks for the light and life that gives me strength and motivation for the work I do.

Love and peace to you all.

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