life in between

I am a child of the in between. The light-skinned child of a white mother and a black father, my childhood was marked by a nebulous feeling of in and out. More often I brushed the edges of other people’s lives sensing the heat of their inclusion, their warmth within homes of certainty and placedness. While many have seen this vacuous space as a curse, a tragic space of neither/nor, I was blessed to find a home, a place. In the span of three years in high school I had regained a father, found Jesus, lost a father, and found belonging. In the midst of this I did not lose the challenge of negotiating a life in between, but now found that I was not alone, that God had formed me and made me, and in my baptism I had been made new. A child of God, I was a child in between.

In writing this blog it is my hope to simply share my thoughts and observations as a child in between. As one seemingly caught and blessed, bound to many peoples through my biology, by my “adoption” through marriage, and by a God who became inextricably bound to me, these thoughts come not from a place of certainty but from a disciple trying to negotiate a world in its intricacies.

As it may have become clear, this is a blog that is not only about being a Christian or being mixed, but  being in the world. As such, I am writing, trying to think through the realities of the world as it is, and as it is imagined.