“A faith without some doubts is like a human body with no antibodies in it. People who blithely go through life too busy or indifferent to ask the hard questions about why they believe as they do will find themselves defenseless against either the experience of tragedy or the probing questions of a smart skeptic. A person’s faith can collapse almost overnight if she failed over the years to listen patiently to her own doubts, which should only be discarded after long reflection.”—Timothy Keller (via basedjane)
“The same love that a mother has for her child, that would force her to go in a burning house and rescue her baby, is the kind of love that God wants to put in the heart of Black people for one another. We need a love that lifts us beyond the fear of the police officer’s gun or nightstick or the powers that be. We need a love that will make us challenge the forces of evil and destroy them before they destroy our children.”—Minister Farrakhan (via moderndaykathleencleaver)
“I told this kid at the gas station today to change his pitch when approaching people about pumping their gas. I told him don’t let the first thing you say to anyone be I’m just doing this to stay out of trouble. I said don’t even implant the idea in this stranger that you’d otherwise be up to no good. A possible threat. I told him you’re not trying to stay out of trouble. You’re out here in the heat working. Trying to make money. And he is. He’s doing a service. I told him the language you use is important. You set the tone. Had no money to give the kid but gave him a bottle of iced tea. Please when you see young people out here trynah peddle some stuff or pump some gas or dance on the train, if they say to you they’re doing something to make a little money and ‘stay out of trouble’ correct them. They’re conditioned to say this nonsense. If you don’t know why it’s a terrible thing for them to continue to recite repeatedly, you prove we’ve lost already.”—(via iareconscious)
fit here, in my palm, in my shadow, don’t be bigger than my idea of you, don’t be more beautiful than i can accept, don’t be more human than i am willing to allow you to be and be quiet, you’re too loud, even your unbelonging is loud. quiet your dreams, your voice, your hair, quiet your skin, quiet your displacement, quiet your longing, your colour, quiet your walk, your eyes. who said you could look at me like that? who said you could exist without permission? why are you even here? why aren’t you shrinking? i think of you often. you vibrate. you walk into a room and the temperature changes. i lean in and almost recognise you as human. but, no. we can’t have that.