Some of you have never had to ask that question. You’ve never even for a moment considered how you have name privilege and that every gift shop, at every amusement park and tourist trap you’ve ever been to, has your name on some souvenir. Sometimes, it’s a mug; other times it’s a keychain. It could even be a fake mini-license plate for your bike. You, the name privileged, walk into a store, head confidently over to the display of personalized products, and expect to find your name represented.Continue reading “Where’s the Mug with My Name on It?”
Allow me to put my four-year master’s degree in theology and my twelve-plus years of full-time pastoral service to some use.
Yesterday, we marked World Refugee Day, and we did so under surreal circumstances. The uproar over the current administration’s policy of forcibly taking migrant children from the arms of their parents and sending them en masse to shelters far away continued to burn, despite the president’s signing an executive order supposedly stopping the practice. The same day, the administration’s Secretary of State praised the “strength, courage, and resilience” of refugees.