Author Archives: kbryantlucas

Sometimes Love looks like turning tables over in the Temple. But that’s not how I was brought up. Eris.  The Greek Goddess of Discord; Discordia, in Latin. The etymology of the name is uncertain, some scholars connecting it with a Greek verb whose English translation is “to raise, stir, excite.” None of which I knewContinue reading “A Southern White Girl’s Upbringin’”

Warren Massenburg was over 6 feet tall at the age of 15, his broad face framed by an Afro that added at least 3 inches to his height. He carried a hefty amount of weight. His name fit him perfectly. We stood together in the halls of Wake Forest High School, between classes. “You know…,” heContinue reading “Who I (truly) am”

The man in the black and white photograph is looking to his right. The camera is positioned slightly below him, a position that emphasizes his stature. Caught in mid-speech, mid-sentence, mid-thought, he is intent on what he is saying. His gaze is focused; his right hand extended, the long fingers spread wide. The seriousness in his faceContinue reading “Dangerous Proposition”

“What is truth?” the Roman governor Pontius Pilate asks Jesus, during what Christians know as Holy Week. In the Gospel of John (chapter 18), Pilate asks this question after Jesus says that he has come into the world to testify to the truth.   “What is truth?” Pilate asks.  And Jesus does not answer.   It is notContinue reading “Truth”

Holy discomfort this week looks like letting go. My father is ill. His pneumonia is not responding to antibiotics, and he is refusing to eat. My brothers and I gathered around his hospital bed. The nurse poked at him to wake him up and yelled into his ear, “Your children are here. ” He rousedContinue reading “A poem for my father”

This week I joined a group of White folks exploring what Whiteness is.  One of our first assignments was to write a “racial autobiography.”  To begin, we were asked, “When did you first realize that you were White?” Imagine my astonishment, as I eagerly seized my pen and hovered with expectation over the blank page,Continue reading “What is Whiteness?*”

As I begin writing the story of an important part of my own personal history, as well as, I believe, the history of Wake Forest, NC, I’ve been thinking a lot about what we choose to remember, and what we choose to forget.  What we commemorate, and what we deny.  What we celebrate, and whatContinue reading “What We Choose to Remember”

In the Christian calendar, it is Holy Week.  Today, Maundy Thursday, is the beginning of the end of Jesus’ life on earth.  Which has got me thinking about Lent and repentance, sacrifice and redemption—and Hell. I grew up a Southern Baptist.  The churches I attended didn’t pay much attention to Lent, the 40 days ofContinue reading “Hell (and Heaven)”

Today I want to share a poem I wrote in 2021, during my sabbatical. For two months I stayed at Cedars of Peace, a place of retreat connected to the Motherhouse of the Sisters of Loretto, in Nerinx, KY. Seven Eastern red cedars surrounded the yard in front of my cabin. Four days after IContinue reading “The Red Cedars”

WHITE PEOPLE, this one’s for us.  Specifically for us.  (Although, of course, anyone is free to read.) When there’s a crisis, we progressive white folks get all riled up and put out our BLACK LIVES MATTER signs and participate in protests, put bumper stickers on our cars, maybe purchase a T-shirt, etc. Then we celebrateContinue reading “For What It’s Worth”