Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Love

More often than not, my experience has been that whiteness sees love as a prize it is owed, rather than a moral obligation it must demonstrate.

This book should be required reading. And this sentence should break every white person who has sat in an American church and felt that anything was owed to them.

The ease with which the white church has love at it’s fingertips and on it’s lips, while behaving in immoral, deplorable, ungracious, disgusting ways fills me with amazement. This is not a political statement. This is just a statement of what I’ve seen.

I am guilty.

I am guilty of expecting. Of holding my hands out and thinking someone should lay something in them.

Instead, I will continue to push myself to be more loving. To show more love in all it’s ways. Compassion. Grace. Courage. Apology.

Love

2 Comments

  1. cody lewis

    Hey Leah, i wonder if you’d mind me commenting on your posts now and again. I’ve wanted to chat about your stuff for a long time, but i nearly never have a computer and half an hour of calm at the same time. I read this book (well…i Audibled it at any rate–seems to be the only way i can get through books these days) several times last summer; and it’s wonderful, and very worth the conversation. Only, i’d like your permission before i take off opining on your site. I hope you’re doing well in Berlin my friend.

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