Barbie Rising: Why Burning Barbie in a Trash Bin Can’t End Her Life or Legacy
My adult self does not comprehend how a Barbie doll—inspiring beauty and creativity—has become twisted into an object of disdain.
My adult self does not comprehend how a Barbie doll—inspiring beauty and creativity—has become twisted into an object of disdain.
How can the church be a hub for community, building and extending a culture that mirrors the love of Jesus and love of neighbor, when what that love looks like may be counter to what the surrounding community expects when the word “love” is used?
It’s so easy to be unkind to others, while being internally kind to ourselves.
Here, there is hope that people may once again become curious about Jesus—our gentle and lowly Wounded Healer who consistently moved toward the suffering and led with love.
Thanks to the onslaught of dating apps, people can make snap decisions about others based on their face alone.
Earth is the only physical place we have to call home. God’s call is to take care of it.
After you strive and strive, when you are scared and don’t know where you are going, when voices are loud and you feel like you just have to give up, God will bring you to a place of quiet peace.
This is redemptive history, and we are called to continue our assignment of Eden care for one another and for this Earth today in ways that work to redeem our tragic mistakes.
I’d wager that once we learn to recognize God’s presence, we’d know that he is good and we would want more.
When I look back over my younger years, my most transformative encounters with God happened when I was spending time outside.
Naming helps us initiate a connection. God began there with Adam, so we too can learn names as a way of reconnecting with God’s good creation.
From age seven on, I grew up in a Christian fundamentalist setting. Reflecting on this from my adult perspective, much of the messaging that I absorbed centered around matters of sexuality and reproduction: No sex before marriage. Women who have babies out of wedlock deserve consequences and condemnation. Abortion equals damnation. The rules seemed certain…
When I was growing up, I was convinced God had given me the wrong skin. Surely he had meant to make me more…American, like my friends. Less yellow, more white. Rounder eyes, less slanty. It would take years and a place thousands of miles from home to help me see myself through new eyes. No…
The spring of 2019 showed up bleak and gray, but we barely noticed. The weight of waiting occupied every minute, with question marks bristling where daffodils had been delayed. An army of friends prayed for our family when we could not, waging war on our behalf, inquiring with kindness about obstacles that made no sense…