How often do we pay more attention to our comfort zone than to the desperate need someone has to connect with another person even for just a brief time? I may be an extrovert but my default, in large gatherings, is to find people I know to sit with or visit with. When I find myself in a large group setting or even at the end of the potluck line, it’s as if I revert back to junior high—scanning the room for someone I know rather than SEEING the people God wants me to get to know.
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A Message from the Bishop
My heart is breaking. An unspeakable crime of hatred against one of our sister Methodist congregations—Mother Emanuel AME in Charleston, South Carolina—has shaken me and our nation. The African Methodist Episcopal Church was born in 1816 of racism in the Methodist Episcopal Church and now in 2015, nearly 200 years later, the Mother Emanuel AME congregation is the victim of racist hatred. I join the lament: How long, O Lord, how long?