The postmoderns were right.There are no great plans or grand narratives.Nothing that suggests purpose or clarity.We’re all just muddling through the mire.Befuddled wanderings masked as intent.Where are you going? Where am I?Here, there, likely nowhere.The great plans don’t seem to be working.I don’t know where I’m supposed to be.No one else does either. Time to … Continue reading The postmoderns were right
Mis abuelas y la Teología [My Grandmothers and Theology]
Author's Note: To my abuelas whose powerful-selves, including their voices, no quedan en el cajon de los recuerdos (are not in the box of memories). This writing does not intend to speak for the experience of all the abuelas and comunidades living in the liminal spaces of the dominant culture. Rather, this writing departs from … Continue reading Mis abuelas y la Teología [My Grandmothers and Theology]
Liminal Theology 