DEEP WATERS

When my husband Anthony and I left the movie theater after seeing 12 Years a Slave  this past Saturday evening, I KNEW I had to blog about this movie. Even though I don't feel like I have much to say - that hasn't already been said - I feel like I MUST speak. I MUST write. Because  12 Years a Slave  shook me to my core in way that hasn't happened in a very long time. I left the theater thinking, I've got to tell THE WORLD to go see this movie. Four days later, I do have a few more thoughts. So here you go... I. US slavery was a brutal, evil part of our country's history: The US slave trade is said to have begun in 1619 in Jamestown, Virginia (my parents' home-state). For over 250 years, human beings were sold as cattle for the purpose of financial gain for their slave masters. 12 Years a Slave  handles this period of time with fervor and brutal honesty. It is very painful to watch, but it is an authentic portrayal of one man's story . It a

Yesterday my husband Anthony and I returned from Long Beach, California. No, we weren't there to surf or walk hand-in-hand along the shore, the cool sand rubbing between our toes. We were there to attend the 2013 Mosaix Multi-ethnic Church Conference . We were there to hear from amazing speakers like John Perkins, Eugene Cho, Choco De Jesus, Efrem Smith , and many, many more. We were there to meet and reunite with friends and co-laborers - other pastors and leaders of multi-ethnic churches around the country, and world even. (There was an amazing group of church leaders from Congo, Africa.) But one special treat for me was connecting with other pastor's wives like me. Other women who get me and this life I'm living. Other women who know that it's hard being a pastor's wife, but it's even harder being the pastor's wife of a multi-ethnic, multi-cultural, multi-social economic church. Other women who understand that we're waging war ev