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What I wish my church could learn from Paradox Church

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My siblings and I have a fascination with attending churches that are outside of our denomination.  We once went to the Baptist church and they member thought that we were greeters! I was pretty disappointed when I heard that my siblings had visited the a Catholic Church and a Jehovah Witnesses meeting hall when I went traveling for the summer. I missed out! Of course, we love our own church, but we are open to learning from our fellow brethren in Christ.

I was at local youth group and they were talking about their experience visiting several churches in our denomination. Then, told about visiting a church that was technically not in our denomination. It met on a similar unusual day. I think it “independent ministry” was the word that they used. They wore Hawaiian shirts and flip flops. It’s was the Paradox Church. My curiosity was piqued.

How to Land an Interview



As Nursing students, we often focus solely on passing the NCLEX. However, soon the next challenge confronts us –finding a job. From my experience studying for the NCLEX was a piece of cake compared to job hunting. Mainly, because it is very subjective. Everyone has an idea of what will give you an edge. That could be anything ranging from a great looking resume to polished make-up. The outfit must look appropriate but feel great. The variables are just too vast.

The Statue





After publishing this in various blogs, it's finally home on my very own blog.



I promised myself that I would write this story no matter how it ended. I regret that promise because I had no peace until I did. It’s done and this is certainly not the story I expected to write when I made the promise, but it helped me heal.

For Jenn because you didn’t judge me when I first mentioned the statue. You looked at me and your eyes twinkled with something that felt like understanding and empathy.
For Rachel, my Dakota, I’m forever in debt to you. Thank you.


It was one of those days when the sky looked like a grey canvass that hung low over the earth. The vibrant colors of autumn had passed but winter wasn’t here yet, so the tree branches were like bony fingers groping wildly in the bitter breeze. I walked down the sidewalk along the big gates of Sherman’s Park. I peeked through the wrought iron fence between the hefty pillars and savored the pang of feeling locked out. Loneliness bit at my heart. Then, I continued on. I stopped again for a long moment to stare at the marble statue atop the concrete pillar.


Three Books About Jesus




I admire Jesus. From his radically teachings to his powerful ways of dealing with people, he stands out in all of history. I personally believe that Jesus was not only a great teacher, but also the Son of God. I strive to pattern my life after his in everything I do. 

The Holy Week as come and gone. Last week, me and my colleagues spent some time reflecting on the last week of Jesus' life over one the Haystack. Heather reminded us to be wary of empty praise on Sunday. Bryant reminded us of the story that Jesus told us would be shared wherever the gospel went. I reflected on the time that Jesus got the lowest to serve us. Go check it out. As the Easter festivities fade, spending time to reflect on Jesus shouldn't. We should set aside sometime to meditate on his life daily.

The time I accidentally got on the wrong side of a Social Justice Movement

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I rarely get on the wrong side of social justice movements since I am a black woman –probably one of the least statistically privileged group of people on the planet. I am covered by both the #BlackLives matter movement and the #MeToo movement. I really should know better too.