I want to invite you to dinner.

Yes. You.

All of you.

For the last few years Christians have been singing worship songs that include lyrics like “keep my eyes above the waves, when oceans rise …” and yet have rejected refugees who’ve seen loved ones die beneath waves, who themselves have literally struggled to keep from drowning in oceans. 

As religious leaders from a variety of backgrounds, we are called by our sacred texts and faith traditions to love our neighbor, accompany the vulnerable, and welcome the sojourner. 

I ran into someone the other day who had just returned from the women’s march in Washington and she had with her a poster from the march.

On January 21 I joined four friends and walked the couple of miles to the start of the Women’s March in Denver. 

I joined my diverse sisters and brothers in Chattanooga, Tennessee on Saturday for our local Women’s March.

In just the first days of Trump’s White House, we’ve seen proof that this is an extremist administration, relying on hurt and hate.

From evangelical teen rallies to the Women’s March on Washington, Christianity still informs my politics.

I joined my diverse sisters and brothers in Chattanooga, Tennessee on Saturday for our local Women’s March.