Transformed & Called: My Summers Spent in God’s Beloved Community

Transformed & Called: My Summers Spent in God’s Beloved Community

It was the summer of 1993 when I first experienced church camp.   I had grown up camping with my family on the shores of Lake Leelanau in northern Michigan and had camped with my Boy Scout troop in central Ohio, but never before had I attended church camp. To be honest, I had always thought that church camp was for church nerds; for those who did not fit in elsewhere, so needed a place to go and a camp to call their own.  I never thought the day would come when I would consider myself a part of that group.  I never thought that church camp would become such an integral part of my identity and sense of call. [caption id="attachment_236" align="aligncenter" width="604"] The Rev. Ken Hitch and a…
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The Center of the Universe: Environmental Racism and the #FlintWaterCrisis

The Center of the Universe: Environmental Racism and the #FlintWaterCrisis

When I lived in Grand Rapids, a folk artist named Reb hung a primitive paint and particle-board sign in his neighborhood that said “East Hills – the Center of the Universe.” It seems the center has shifted a hundred miles east of Michigan’s second city to Flint, my home for the past year and a half.  Flint, once known as the birthplace and hospice bed of General Motors, is now known by the hashtag, #FlintWaterCrisis. The story of the Flint Water Crisis is well-known: the cash-strapped rust belt city came under state-appointed emergency management and, to save money, switched its water source from Lake Huron by way of Detroit to the Flint River. To save more money, the corrosive river water flowed through the taps less than fully treated, which…
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