Kirk, You have been trending quite a bit lately, and unfortunately not for reasons that honor the gospel you once helped carry with integrity. Before addressing where things have gone, I want to acknowledge where things began. I remember you as an excellent musician, a powerful composer, and someone who was largely a part of the soundtrack to my childhood. Your songs were different. They were joyful, worshipful, and innovative. They brought praise to God while still carrying

Recently, I watched an episode of Cam Newton’s podcast featuring Jason Wilson, a man known for his calm wisdom and biblical grounding. Their conversation revolved around marriage, specifically Cam’s reluctance to marry despite being surrounded by strong examples of it. Cam openly shared that his parents have been happily married for forty years. His brothers, too, are both married with families of their own. Yet, Cam called himself “the black sheep” of his family, expressing

In a previous reflection, we unmasked the myth of “Black fatigue” and highlighted the reality that Black people in America have long endured exhaustion from white supremacy and systemic oppression. Today, I want to turn our attention to a different but equally pressing matter: what I call ghetto fatigue. Let me be clear from the outset, this is not about race. Ghetto fatigue is not about being Black, white, Latino, or Asian. It’s about a mindset and a culture of behavior that

Let me ask you a serious question: does satan have you hooked? The Bible says, “The earth is the Lord’s, and the fullness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein” (Psalm 24:1). And again, “The heaven, even the heavens, are the Lord’s: but the earth hath He given to the children of men” (Psalm 115:16). From the beginning, the earth belonged to God and He entrusted it to humanity. But in our disobedience, sin entered the world, and through that rebellion we surrendered

Dear Queen, This is something I’ve carried on my heart for some time. I once thought about making a video, but words written carry their...

Growing up, many of us were told that as Black girls we needed to know how to fight. It wasn’t just about defending ourselves, it was an expectation. Somewhere along the way, the ability to throw hands became tied to honor, respect, and even survival. And while there’s truth in knowing how to protect yourself, there’s also a deeper truth: God never created us to live with our fists as our first language. I’ve seen it and lived it myself. I grew up a fighter. For me, it wasn’t