Month: August 2017

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Posted on August 28, 2017 by Danielle Koonce

#Charlottesville Is Us, But We Can Change: The Finale

If Jesus died for ALL, but your Christianity only allows you to support those that look like you or have your political convictions, what should we make of your Jesus?

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Posted on August 20, 2017 by Danielle Koonce

#Charlottesville Is Us, But We Can Change Part 2

If the only exposure your children have with other racial groups is through television shows or the nightly news, what messages are being sent to them?

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Posted on August 13, 2017 by Danielle Koonce

Charlottesville is Us, But We Can Change

Without truth, love becomes tolerance and tolerance will never drive out hate. Tolerance only masks hate.

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Losing loved ones reminded me to seize the moment. I've been on planes all week...from being invited to a future faculty workshop at Notre Dame, networking with brilliant, Black scholars...flying to Phoenix, AZ watching my sister in the #WNBAFinals, seeing how she impacts the game and the players as a coach...No regrets. Seize the moment! 📚💜🏀🧡
October is clergy appreciation month and this picture is one of my favorites. Our individual personalities are captured perfectly...me full of mischief...Adam very happy to be surrounded by his family...Jimmelle 100% camera ready...Chas is trying not to laugh out loud...and Poobie (sorry Bro but this pic demands we use your nickname) is cool, debonair and standing protectively behind Mama...like he always does. Of course, Mama is being First Lady...whatever it is smile through it...and Dad, the reason we are all posing in the pic...he is suspended between being Husband and Father, protector of his family and Pastor, protector of God's people. The tension between those two identities...investing at home, imparting at church, or investing at church, imparting at home...loving the sheep, chastening the children, or loving the children, chastening the sheep...deciding on a daily basis to answer both calls. I don't know how Daddy found the energy or the stamina...and he's still going...yall love on your pastor today. There's no greater or weightier calling. 🙏🏾
Shout out to my big sis, @chasitymelvin for assistant coaching her way to a trip to the WNBA Finals in only her second year of coaching in the league!!! The league is celebrating 25 years and Chas, you keep finding ways to leave your mark on the game. So proud of you...and to think your story is just really getting started...💜🧡
What happened to #nationalyourchildrendontwanttotakeapictureday? I've got plenty of pics for that...🤷🏾‍♀️ thanks RK for trying though...Jimmy and Sarah...smh...
"I'm coming Lord...coming Lord...all by myself..by myself.
We had each other's back, bonded by our love for our family and our "dont-play-about-my-sister" attitudes. Our phone calls were always to be continued until the next one. We laughed til we cried and sometimes we just cried. You would text me, "I gotta run something by you real quick" and we knew it wasn't going to be quick. When you went through the toughest time in your life, I remember we were both home for the holidays and we met half-way at a Bojangles and didn't eat...just talked. You were my big sis...you got frustrated by my lack of fashion sense (remember when I'd text you my outfit selection and you'd say no to everything?). I loved that we didn't have to explain things. I'd say, Mim. And you'd say, "I know." And the way you took to my kids. Facetimes with Aunt Mimi. The way I always wanted to consider Myles side when he had skipped his homework and chores. The way I nicknamed you Kim Porter...and Mike was Puffy. And you called Richard the "The Holy DMX." The way our baby sisters could work our nerves and we would commiserate and dare anyone to hurt them. The ease that we discussed our mothers and wanting them to live their best lives. The fact we still called our fathers, "Daddy" like we were 6 year old girls...The way you lived and the way you loved...our last convo was not particularly special but it represented us. We mentioned family, work, plans to see each other during the holidays, weekend plans and ended like we always did..."love you girl..love you too." I was so looking forward to our next chapter. But God is writing this book called Life and I'm thankful that He saw fit to write us into each other's worlds. Remember that time on my birthday when you and Tecia came away with gifts-expensive gifts and I was fussing because I didn't get one...lol...so now I know...yall were the gifts. Thank you, Mim. Love you always, my SisterFriend.
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