From Push, by Sapphire

“But me when I think of it I’m more inclined to go wid Shug in The Color Purple. God ain’ no Jew or Muslim, maybe he ain’ even black, maybe he ain’ even a “he.” Even now I go downtown and see the rich shit they got, I see what we got, too. I see those men in vacant lot share one hot dog and they homeless, that’s good as Jesus with his fish. I remember when I had my daughter, nurse nice to me — all that is god. Shug in Color Purple say it’s the “wonder” of purple flowers. I feel that, even though I never seen or had no flowers like what she talk about.

Richard Rohr, writing The Universal Christ, works hard at the same point.

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Jim Evans

Writer, composer, arranger, poet. Have been teacher, farmer, deckhand, bartender.

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