My eyes are getting heavy.
It is time to go to sleep.
Yet my writing task is not yet done
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I gave myself a treat this evening: I went to a book reading (at an actual bookstore). And it was packed! The book in question was Said I Wasn’t Going to Tell Nobody, the autobiography of Black liberation theologian James Cone. I was interested because, as someone once interested in liberation theologies, Cone should have been one of my heroes. Nevertheless, I didn’t read him. His works weren’t assigned in theology class and I wasn’t on good terms with anything related to the Black church due to my misguided conviction that Black Christians were more hopelessly homophobic than Christians in general.
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