Yo Soy Kristy

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The Single Voice

Posted on February 20, 2017

Since the vast majority of para-church ministries are still largely led by white men, and because there seems to be a stronger push for ethnic diversity in recent years, I’ve seen a theme emerge among my friends who are women of color. It is a theme of what I call the single voice. What this means is that as ministry leaders seek to diversify their organizations-with speakers at conferences, VP’s on executive teams, or simply diverse leadership at all levels- they tend to only want ONE person from certain ethnic groups to be their token minority. What this creates is a scarcity mentality among minorities who are all vying for that one space. It ends up pitting women of color against one another. Rather…

Tired in the Tension: My Reflections on Today’s March

Posted on January 21, 2017

I’m tired today. I’ve been watching all morning the vitriol back and forth between people I know, all of whom would claim to love Jesus. So much judgement being hurled. It hurts and it feels personal. It all has to do with the Women’s March. When I first heard about the march happening here in LA, I was excited. I saw it as a chance to “pray with my feet” for the rights of minority women, immigrants, and refugees. It seemed to be a way to put action to my verbal protest of rhetoric and policies that are coming from our now president and his administration. Then I saw the article from Christianity Today and learned all about how clearly it was being communicated…

Non-Being: Latina Reflections from Urbana15

Posted on January 17, 2016

As we enter into MLK weekend, I’ve been thinking a lot about Black Lives Matter and the current civil disobedience taking place to fight for the dignity and humanity of Black people today. At Urbana15, Michelle Higgins, an activist in BLM, was given a platform to speak prophetically to the 16,000 people present, challenging them to enter in to the fight alongside our Black brothers and sisters made in the image of God. It was powerful and a significant moment in the history of InterVarsity and Urbana. But I couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t quite sure where I belonged in that night. For my Black colleagues and friends, it seemed to be a night of incredible healing and affirmation. While I was grateful…

United Lament

Posted on October 28, 2015

Another video showed up in my news feed yesterday. Another black person. Another white police officer. Another argument between believers yelling over one other in this odd social media world. “All lives matter!” a white man yells. Don’t you care about millions of unborn babies murdered legally every year? Don’t you care about believers around the world being persecuted? Black men and women aren’t unique. Why be so exclusive? “Black lives matter!” a black woman yells back. Don’t you get it? Don’t you realize how horrible you sound denying this? No one is putting one vulnerable group above another. Do our collective lives matter as the black community? It does not feel like it. Not with videos like this. Not with Eric Garner. Not…

Room: A Las Posadas Story

Posted on December 24, 2014

The smell of incense caught my attention, reminding me of all the Catholic masses I had attended as a girl. The fragrance invited me to enter in to this Posada as a sacred space as we moved together through the street, reliving the journey of Mary and Joseph in the middle of downtown LA. I was struck by the chorus of the song we were singing…”Caminemos a Belén. Caminemos con Maria”. We walk to Bethlehem. We walk with Mary. What a sense of rejection this young woman must have experienced, seeking shelter as a vulnerable, pregnant wife. I felt compelled to stay in that moment, pouring my own hurts and rejections of the year into the story of Christmas. It was a moment that…

Sweet Girl

Posted on March 8, 2014

I wish I could tell you, sweet girl, just how worthwhile I think you are. All those scribbled stories hidden away in piles of shoe boxes in your closet- I know every word, every expression, every poem written in them. And I think they’re wonderful. You are gifted. I wish I could tell you, sweet girl, how smart I think you are. I wish I could crawl up next to you in your bed as you escape into your books and announce to you, “That other world you’re looking for really does exist- the place where you are seen, known, and oh so deeply loved. You really are valuable.” Yes, I wish I could tell you, sweet girl, all the ways I see that…

Weakness and Giftedness

Posted on February 10, 2014

I’ve been in a season of forgetfulness lately. It started about six months ago, which happened to coincide with a major transition in my life. Since then, It’s been really difficult for me to keep thoughts in my head or to remember anything of significance. I used to pride myself in my ability to remember word for word whole conversations I would have. Now I’m lucky to remember names and to recall titles of books I’m reading. As I’ve been processing my new reality with mentors, it seems that all this might be related to this strange thing called grief, this feeling of living like my brain is submerged in water and like I can’t seem to get air. Most of the time I…

Missionary Tragedies: A Prayer

Posted on December 16, 2013

“God shapes his servants to embody the Word they proclaim. But other forces are also at work, shaping or misshaping God’s servants for their divinely appointed tasks. People are sometimes twisted out of the form God intended for them through the actions of misguided church and mission leaders, and this process can transform some of God’s fittest servants into misfits. Jakób Jocz was such a servant.” I read this tragic story about the life of Jakób Jocz written by Stuart Dauermann this past month. In it, he shares the journey of missionary Jakób Jocz and how his calling from God to reach his own Jewish commmunity never came to fruition due to poor choices on the part of his mission agency and mission leaders…

Play

Posted on November 8, 2013

“We’re going to dress up as what?” “Shepherds.” Those words from my husband made my heart start beating faster. The idea of walking into a room full of new people dressed in a shepherd costume made me start to panic. “And this is the first I’m hearing of it? As we’re driving there right now?” My tone was accusatory. I had found a target for my anxiety. It was my husband sitting behind the wheel of our rental car. Perfect. He couldn’t escape! “You got the same texts I did yesterday,” he replied. What? I yanked out my phone. Sure enough, I had missed the messages that said our meeting that day was going to involve a halloween costume contest and our whole team…

Crazy

Posted on September 20, 2013

“My kid is driving me crazy.” That was my confession to a friend as we circled the elementary school where we had both just dropped off our daughters. The two of them had started Kindergarten in a dual-language program, and I was having a hard time in the afternoons with Anna after she came home each day from school. My normally easy child was suddenly extrmeley rude and irritable on a regular basis, and different character issues where coming up that I hadn’t seen in her before. It was all really trying me, and I was losing to my own frustration. As we prayed together for our kids, we talked about how grateful we were that God knew the depth of our nature and…