a litany for cyntoia.
grace for black women in all white spiritual spaces.

How many times before have I wandered into all-white spiritual spaces and have wanted to leave? This week, I’ve had three times. Three times I’ve had heart-rocking moments with three very different groups of spiritual, Christian white people.

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Why I Stopped Calling Myself a Christian
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an ode to self-love by a hard-to-love-black-woman.
How I Completely Lost My Faith (And Still Found Love Divine)

My faith has been on the rocks for a while. I've honestly been afraid that to unravel the details. I’ve been afraid to cause confusion and break the trust of friends who have known my heart for years. I’ve been afraid to speak up and lean in. I’ve been afraid to speak the truth aloud: that my faith, as I once knew it, is broken. I’ve lost my faith. This statement is not a prayer request, nor a cry for help. It is not a scare tactic, or propaganda, or poetry. It is simply the truth of where I am right now, wrestling with the beauty of cosmic love divine

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Confronting My Relationship with Black Masculinity