Ordained to Honor, Heal, and Hold Diverse Communities

Julie Todd is an ordained United Methodist (UM) minister, the John Wesley Iliff Senior Lecturer in Justice and Peace Studies at the Iliff School of Theology, social activist, aromatherapist and herbalist. History suggests that Todd was destined to be a clergy person. Both her father and her grandfather are UM clergy. From the age of seven to 18, she was educated to seek justice at Rolling Ridge, a New England UM camp and retreat center, where her father was Director.

I had the beautiful experience of living and working at this camp for elementary, middle school, and high school camp in the summers. Because my father, in particular, came from a long line of social justice Methodists, he recruited camp counselors who were social-justice-oriented. The assumption at the camp was there is no personal holiness without social holiness. There is no redemption without working for the liberation of all people. So it’s no surprise how I ended up.

Among her many ministries, she is one of the leaders of a social justice healing collective, Crescent Moon Healing, in Lawrence, Massachusetts.


We are a social justice community because we share an ethos that there is no individual healing without community healing. As a collective we work together to provide community rituals whereby folks come together for a variety of reasons. Or we are present within community events to bring grounding, spiritual centering and creating containers for social justice folks in this small city to find healing together. [W]hen I say Community healing, [I am] recognizing there are many forms of injustice and oppression work within this community, as there are within all communities, which impact our health and well-being or our ill health.

Todd lives and works in a diverse community that calls for her leadership in new and creative ways.

[Lawrence] is about 78% Latino. [It is] primarily people who descend from Afro-Caribbean, Puerto Rico, [and] Dominican. Increasingly there are Central Americans and folks from those countries. The majority of those folks (more than 50%) are under the age of 25. So we have an extremely young community. Our public schools are run by the state. It is one of the top three most economically impoverished cities in the state, I believe. So we have this share of obvious matters of justice.

She often stands in gaps where other faith leaders refuse to go.

We try to be as present as we can to provide solidarity and rituals that help people to move through some of these things, in particular young people. So we provided leadership for an Orlando vigil because of most of the faith leaders in our community that were asked to provide leadership would not do so because of its relationship to LGBTQ people. From a faith perspective, they were not willing to do so, so we did.


After the prayer vigil, people expressed new needs. So Todd, once again, sought ways to help meet the need.

Out of [the prayer vigil] grew an LGBTQ open mic. [W]e are in leadership to provide queer folks who are under the age of 25 a space to express themselves and to create meaning. I couldn’t be more honored to be around them and to just show up and shut up.


I asked Todd how she defines her ministry.

I would describe it as Christ-based but on the margins of Christian institutions. My own sense of redemption and liberation has always been and continues to be born of and nurtured in a Christian understanding. However, in this community, in many communities, that tradition has done so much damage to people and has been in many cases understood in ways that people do not feel welcome. I often do not use the language, almost any longer, of the Christian tradition in order to meet people where they are.

However, after three years of being here, it is only now that people are coming to know that I am an ordained United Methodist clergy person and that I am a teacher at a theological seminary. They have no idea. Then they see my email and it says, “Reverend Julie Todd.” They’re like, “Wow!”

A lot of these folks have been raised in Roman Catholic and Evangelical communities and are really trying to understand how I am bridging those different ways of operating. People are really asking me much more organically about traditions of Christian faith and the Bible. It’s coming from a place of curiosity.

I asked her if the reason they are opening up to her is because she loved them first.

I want to say I loved them first. I hung out with them first. It’s this whole thing of showing up in community. Showing up, listening and awareness create these baseline opportunities to begin to develop solidarity in community whereby any kind of trust might be built. Then you develop trust across any type of difference.

If they came in knowing I was a minister they would be like —. That was not traditional or strategic on my part.

Dr. Vincent Harding was always encouraging me not to put labels on the things that I do. He would always say he was a follower of Jesus Christ. And knowing that is the ground from which I work, it’s increasingly clear that being able to define something or name something is not helpful.

I am finally doing the ministry that I was called to do in a sense. That includes the online teaching, Love Prevails, herbalism and aromatherapy. These are nourishing of my own faith commitment and deepening my ability to connect with other people in ways that are empowering.


Valerie Lomax Jackson is a Pastor for All People

When she was nine years old, Valerie Jackson began ministry as the Sunday School Secretary in a Baptist church in the small town of Mount Carmel, South Carolina. At this same young age, Jackson delivered Easter, Thanksgiving, and Christmas speeches. This progressed to being a member of the usher board and singing in the choir.

Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Jackson was raised by her mother for the early years of her life. She reflected on their situation:

But Boston wasn’t kind to single moms. If they discovered you had children, they would either not hire you or if they had already hired you, they would find ways to unhire you.

During the school year, Jackson was with her grandparents in South Carolina. During the summers and holidays, she was with her mom and stepdad.

It was only supposed to be temporary. It lasted until I graduated from high school.

I asked Jackson what made this arrangement a more permanent one.

[It was] my naiveté and thinking the world revolved around me and not realizing the sacrifice my mom was making. I was spoiled and a little self-centered. For seventeen years I was an only child.

I was ten when my mom married my stepdad. When my mom and stepdad got married, she could have me the whole time. But when you’re an only child, your friends are your world. I did not want to leave my friends. She allowed me to stay and I had no idea of the sacrifice until I was fully grown and married.

Although Jackson has been involved in ministry for most of her life, she describes her journey as having three pivotal paradigm shifts. Each of them involved death.

The first paradigm shift happened with the death of her grandfather.

My grandfather was a strong influence. I referred to him as my Uzziah [Isa 6:1]. I did not have my own relationship with God until after the death of my grandfather.

When he died, I was about 60 days away from graduating from undergrad. I didn’t want to finish. I was angry with God. Of course my mother had the power and influence to get me to finish.

Overall, I was a good girl. [I was an] obedient child. But I was angry with God for two years.

I came out of that anger just hungry to study. That’s when I began to attend Bible studies on my own. [I was] no longer being told. I was hungry.

There was no “burning bush” moment or anything like that. It was like a Forrest Gump moment where you do all this running and then you just stop. The anger just dissipated. The anger had run its course.

The second shift happened after going through a difficult marriage and a traumatic pregnancy that ended in the death of her infant daughter.

My family knew from the beginning that he was not a good choice. But who listens to family? It turned out that nothing about this man was what he said he was. He was a pathological liar.

Jackson’s husband at the time was frequently absent from home, for doctor’s appointments during the pregnancy, and for the emergency premature delivery of their baby.

The good thing that came out of it was that I had a little girl, Jacquelyn Noelle, April 16, 1989. She was born prematurely at 24 weeks. She lived 5 weeks from April 16th until May 20th.

The beauty of Jacquelyn Noelle is that she brought a nation together in prayer. She never spoke a word. She never left the hospital, but a nation, people everywhere, people I had never laid eyes on, prayed for her.

She set me back on a path to myself. I believe in all my heart that that is what her purpose was. Because when I was carrying her, I began to see my husband for who he was or was not.

Jackson took Jacquelyn Noelle to South Carolina to be buried next to her grandfather.

Journeying with her for five weeks, then laying her to rest gave me the strength and the tenacity I needed to say that’s enough of that.

After experiencing a profound grief that left her silent for a long period of time, Jackson moved to Augusta, Georgia to begin again. It was here that she found Beulah Grove Missionary Baptist Church where she entered pastoral counseling for two years with Rev. Dr. Sam Davis.

I finally got my voice back.

She not only got her voice back but it is here that she begins to describe a series of multiple calls on different  levels.

The initial call came through my being in this certificate of theology program. It was an extension program of Interdenominational Theological Center (ITC). They had satellites throughout the state of Georgia.

I have always been hungry for learning so I registered for this certificate program just to learn more. It was not to answer a call.

It was a preaching class. I told the instructor (Rev. Christopher Johnson), ‘I will take the class but I don’t want to preach.’

Reverend Johnson said, ‘If you take the class, you will preach Miss Jackson.’

I preached. After preaching, Reverend Johnson asked me to stay after class. He said to me, ‘Miss Jackson, I would recommend that you seek God in prayer because God is trying to tell you something.’

I said something silly to him like, ‘I don’t think God would call me to preach, because I like television.’

Reverend Johnson’s response to me was, ‘I’m quite sure God knows that.’

On hindsight, this was a silly statement but I didn’t see watching television as a great thing and thought it would be a hindrance.

I did not go back to that class. It was five years before I stepped back into that certificate of theology program. It was not a part of my consciousness that I would be a preacher.

Jackson did perceive of herself as a leader but not a leader in the pulpit.

I had visions of standing in front of large masses of people. At the time, I was a Mary Kay consultant. I was on my way to my pink Cadillac. I thought the large masses of people were women I was calling to be entrepreneurs.

Finally, in December of 1995, I had a different dream. I no longer was standing before masses of people. It was a dream of this figure. I knew it was Jesus. It was not the picture of a full-bodied man. It was a picture of Jesus calling me to answer this call.

It was such a powerful image. I woke up in tears. I couldn’t wait to call my pastor at the time. I said, ‘I need to meet today. This can’t wait.’

Now this is a pastor whose calendar was always full. [But] he told me to come in.

He said, ‘Jack.’ (He called me ‘Jack.’)

‘I was waiting for you to figure it out.’

Of course, I was in a theological tradition and faith paradigm at the time that said whoever your pastor is at the time will know before you do. Whatever calling is on your life, your pastor will know before you do.

After this meeting, Jackson immediately enrolled in the same certificate program, graduated from it and then entered a joint Masters of Christian Education and Masters of Divinity degree program in 2000.

Think about that. It was five years before I entered the Masters program. Even though it was clear that I was called to preach, my consciousness was only expanded a bit. I got those two degrees and I knew that I would be the Director of Christian Education for the rest of my life.

Jackson was a  member of the National Baptist Convention denomination at that time. Many churches in this denomination are conservative in that they observe clearly defined boundaries with respect to the roles of men and women. In this denomination, it was surprising that her pastor was accepting of her call to preach. It was groundbreaking that he was going to allow her to be in a leadership role. What is not surprising, is the other roles that he never planned for her to fill.

My pastor was okay with me being called to preach. I was the first woman licensed to preach in that church. He immediately made me Director of Christian Education, which in and of itself was historical.

I had no idea that my positioning was situated in misogyny. It was in alignment with the culture I had been in since birth. The roles of women and men. It was normal that the deacons were men. Trustees were men. All of that was normal. I had not been exposed, at the time, to too many other denominations . . . definitely not many other faiths. So there was no reason for me to think this was wrong.

I was completely okay with that at the time because that was how I was trained. But then ITC began to open my mind and taught me to read the Bible with fresh eyes. ITC began to enlighten me about the history of patriarchy and what it looked like for women throughout the years. When I returned [from seminary], I was no longer the same person. I became a misfit.

I was often in trouble. I taught one of the prime time Bible studies. It was a big deal. Things like this could often keep me from seeing what I was in because I was given opportunities that no other woman had been given.

Now I was constantly being in trouble for what I was teaching.

Her pedagogy describing God as dual-gendered, based on Genesis 1:26-30, caused her to be called into the pastor’s office one final time.

The pastor said, ‘Jack,  in order for you to stay in this position to teach in that class, you have to agree that God is male.’

I said, ‘Well, pastor Davis, I do agree that Jesus is a male.’

I started bold but when it became clear that my job was on the line . . . my salary and benefits and community were all on the line . . . then, I gave in.

After surrendering to him, this is when I literally could feel a foot on my throat. I could no longer breathe. That was the beginning of the end of my tenure at Beulah Grove Baptist Church. Approximately one year later, I put in my letter of resignation. That was in March of 2008.

Jackson describes this as divine timing because in April of 2008, she receive a call that her mother had been taken to the hospital. She would not have been free to go and be with her mother if she had not resigned. Her mother died three short weeks later. This was the third paradigm shift that catapulted Jackson into unexpected places in ministry.

Jackson left Georgia and the Baptist church, then started the Doctor of Ministry Program at the Iliff School of Theology.


That last call brought me to Denver which brought me to the United Methodist Church and which now ends up at University Park United Methodist Church.

Oh, it blows my mind. This is unbelievable to me. And I am so grateful. Because there were so many moments between 2008 and now when my prayer was ‘Oh God, please don’t let me be put to shame because I believe I am hearing you and it is my greatest desire to honor you and to go where you would have me to go and to say what you would have me to say, and do what you want me to do because I am committed to that.’

I intentionally didn’t have more children because I wanted to give that total surrender. I didn’t have the courage to speak it, but my hope then and my hope now is that history will tell those coming behind me that you don’t have to take it. Go get your freedom. Go live in a liberated space. Go claim your life and life to the fullest. That’s what I hope history will tell them.

God will be with you. God will walk with you. God will bless you. God will not forsake and God will not let you be put to shame.


I asked Jackson how she is feeling about the historicity of her appointment as the first woman and the first African-American senior pastor to University Park United Methodist Church, Denver, Colorado.

I am grateful to have my gifts, graces and calling honored, utilized and celebrated. Particularly coming from a background where that was not always the case, simply because of my gender. Also, coming from an indoctrination that said I needed to put brakes on sometimes so that male counterparts could shine greatly. I am so grateful that it’s not being held against me to be a woman.

I am grateful to be in a space where, for the most part, whether I am good or bad, it seems that I’m still loved. Whether I am at my best or whether I am making mistakes, I’m still valued.

Even though it has cost me a lot, I am grateful to be one who is called to go. I am grateful to be one who is called to be strong and courageous and to disrupt consciousness. That is truly one of my callings . . . to disrupt consciousness.

It’s a paradox to me because I always saw myself as a people-pleaser. I am grateful to be that person. I am grateful to be in partnership with Jesus, God and the Holy Spirit to move people forward in becoming and in building of the beloved community.


I asked Jackson what leading a predominately white congregation looks like for her.

I’m still figuring that out being that I am just over the first 90 days of this appointment. Yet I can feel in my spirit that me and this congregation will be called to stretch ourselves and to lead our community . . . this community in, again, disrupting consciousness and teaching this community how to have the hard conversations and to truly build intercultural relationships.

It’s not my first time leading a congregation within a culture that is different than mine but it is my first time leading a faith community within a culture that is different than mine and we are on the same wavelength theologically. So there is synergy here– me and this church feel called to disrupt consciousness.

Negro Spiritual Invokes Spiritual Practice in White Social Activist

Anne Dunlap, nick-named Fierce Good Reverend to the Revolution, is an activist, writer, herbalist, occasional farmhand and ordained United Church of Christ pastor. She is often found protesting for the rights of people marginalized by society.

Inspired by the 1980’s Sanctuary Movement, Dunlap’s call to activism began at the early age of sixteen. While still a graduate student at the Iliff School of Theology, on May 27, 2008, she stood trial as one of  83 Transform Columbus Day (TCD) nonviolent protesters. She has been a constant presence and advocate for immigrants facing deportation hearings and for the rights of day laborers. Most recently, she is one of the leaders in the local Denver chapter of the national social activist group, Showing Up for Racial Justice (SURJ).

She continues to use the transformative power of nonviolence to engage issues of social justice. But on the day we met, we sat at her kitchen table over a thermos of one of her specially-prepared herbal teas. As an herbalist trained in the Wise Woman Tradition, she now incorporates herbal support while counseling people.

Anne Dunlap at Kitchen Table

Raised in Monticello, Arkansas for part of her childhood, she remains connected to her roots in a way that inspires her current ministry.

On my daddy’s side of my family they were slaveholders. I always want to qualify it by saying that there’s only a few but it doesn’t really matter. They fought for the Confederacy. On my mom’s side they fought for the Union. All of that kind of lives in me.

There’s a tendency for white folk to not want to claim what’s happened in history like – “I wasn’t responsible for that, I wasn’t responsible for slavery, I wasn’t here for that” or whatever.

Dunlap acknowledges that she would not be here or be the person she is today were it not for the privileges and protections that were given to her because of slavery and racism.

The past is not past. It’s still alive and we’re still participating in it. And I wrestle with it because I don’t think guilt or shame about it is particularly helpful. Although sometimes I think you can’t help feel that as an initial response.

In the first conversation I ever had with Dr. [Vincent] Harding, I told him about these things and I told him that I didn’t know what to do about this history. All he said was “wrestle ‘til you get a blessing from it.” So that’s what I try to do and I think the blessing from it is trying to live into a different history and trying to tell stories of resistance in my family and lifting those up.

One of those stories of resistance involves Dunlap’s paternal grandfather, a Methodist minister during the 40’s, 50’s and 60’s. At one point, he was the pastor of Winfield United Methodist Church in downtown Little Rock, Arkansas. He voiced his opposition to segregation. It may have cost him the office of bishop.

As a boy my dad remembers hearing his dad arguing with other Methodist ministers about segregation in Little Rock and Central High School and he was public about those things. He ran for Bishop. I think in the 60’s. And [he] was public about the need to end segregation in the church and to fully honor, in the Arkansas context, the presence and lives of Black people in the church. He didn’t win but he spoke.

When I visited with my parents, they uncovered some sermons of his. There’s one of them from around 1968 when he was pastor at Winfield. At that time they were seeing other white churches flee to the suburbs, as the neighborhood around them changed, and people were telling him, “we need to move. Why aren’t we moving?” And he preached a sermon about the importance of staying and being in relationship with people around them.

It’s not everything I would say but for his context and his time, it’s pretty clear where he stands. It was a beautiful thing to uncover and to read and to have that courage from the pulpit in those times.

Another story shaping Dunlap’s current ministry describes one of the most difficult moments in her life: She and her family moved from her beloved Monticello when she was nine.

My dad went to seminary in Austin, Texas. That was fine. We were away from a place that we knew. I was immersed in the geography of place in Monticello and in Arkansas. We were with my daddy’s family all the time. I spent summers with my grandmothers. My grandparents would come and pick me up. I spent time with my daddy’s family all the time. We moved away from that but we knew we weren’t staying in Austin for that long.

But when we moved to Kansas, it was a perfect storm of things. I was just turning 12. I was finishing 6th grade and started 7th grade. This was the time when elementary was K through 6th and Junior High was 7th through 9th. So I had not one but two school changes that year. Even though Arkansas and Kansas share a corner, they are completely different culturally. And our whole family felt that.

The Dunlap family experienced dissonance with respect to hospitality. Unlike Arkansas, the new Kansas community did not offer a beverage or food when they invited people into their homes.

Dunlap’s mother also felt uncomfortable with the expectations that she fit into the stereotypical role of the preacher’s wife.

My mom was not welcome to show up fully as she is. My mom’s a smart person. They wanted her to host tea parties and that’s not what she did.

During this time period, Dunlap personally faced some of the challenges that adolescence brings. She struggled with coming out about her sexual orientation and the often dangerous reactions that revelation can bring.

I discovered and properly squashed “I don’t think I like boys” kind of realizations. I had internal turmoil about that. I experienced a little bit of bullying at school. And I think it became clear very quickly that my dad’s church was not a safe place for any of us.

These experiences gave her empathy for alienation, vulnerability and a sense of “outsiderness”.

There was a lack of hospitality. I felt like an outsider. I felt like an outsider everywhere. I felt like an outsider in just about every aspect. So those five years that we lived there were really hard.

They got harder as we lived there. Churches are really shitty to pastors. This really sucks. It was a really horrible and complicated time. I felt really alone and unsafe. There wasn’t anybody that I could talk to about what I was feeling or experiencing.

But I share that because those experiences of feeling alone and like there was no safe place for me to be and that people who had the power to help me didn’t always do that, it turns out deeply informs the work that I now do.

As a teenager, Dunlap felt called to the Sanctuary Movement.

The late 70’s, 80’s [and] the early 90’s Sanctuary Movement was centered around congregations, Christian and Jewish both, that offered refuge and safe harbor to people fleeing the civil wars in South America, especially El Salvador and Guatemala. It was a network around the country and into Canada to help people get across the border. [Congregations in the Sanctuary Movement were] harboring them in their sanctuaries and sometimes in people’s homes.

I learned about that in 1986 at a Presbyterian Youth Event. A young woman who was a Sanctuary worker in Tuscon spoke and a Salvadoran refugee spoke. It was just one of those moments in your life. My heart was pounding when I thought, “How is this happening and how can I help it?” Because of U.S. weapons and U.S. policy.

I went home and I asked my dad, “Can we be a Sanctuary church?” My dad said, “No, not here. I’m glad you’re thinking about this but not here.”

Eventually, Dunlap was able to advocate within the Sanctuary Movement and in other communities needing advocacy around social justice. Recently, her efforts have focused around her leadership in the local chapter of the national social action group  Showing Up for Racial Justice (SURJ).

The work can look a lot of different ways. Sometimes it’s organizing people. Sometimes it’s co-leading direct actions. Sometimes it’s marshaling for actions led by people of color so they can have the space they need to [function] and not have to interact with unhelpful white people, of which we are many. We are legion.

It involves a lot of writing [and] trying to use the public platform that I have as an ordained person to speak, particularly right now, to speak to white people about how we do this in ways that are unhelpful to people of color. I’m trying to figure our how to do this from a place of love which can be a real challenge.

Dunlap attributes her desire to work with white people from a place of love to Dr. Vincent Harding’s example in the Iliff classroom.

[He had this] capacity to be grounded and loving in spaces – in classroom spaces with white people. I ask him all the time still, “How did you do that? How did you do that?” I’m still listening.

Part of it is I think his tactic of speaking very slowly and pausing. There is something about the slowing down.

You’d ask him a question and he would nod and take a minute, instead of just popping off with whatever. I think it was like a spiritual practice to stay grounded for him. That’s my guess.

Dunlap is also influenced by words Dr. Harding said to her and her partner in 2012 when they were discussing movement work.

We had him here in our home – right at this table. He said, “the wisdom of the spirituals – the wisdom of slaves who developed the spirituals and the wisdom in the particular spiritual, I’m Going to Lay Down My Sword and Shield.

He really emphasized the ‘and shield’ bit. “I’m going to lay down my sword and shield,” he said.

I looked at him and I said, “But Dr. Harding, if you lay down your shield, then you don’t have any protection.”

He said, “That’s exactly right. You lay them both down because your protection comes from somewhere else.”

I have been sitting with that ever since. So it’s not enough to lay down the weapon. You have to lay down the shield, too, that protects you from other people’s weapons, which is an immense amount of vulnerability.

I find that is what is required at least of me in the work that I do. And trust that I am ultimately safe and held, not because I carry a shield but because the ancestors and the Divine are surrounding me and loving on me and holding me through the work.

Finally, Dunlap credits Dr. Harding for her participation in SURJ.

This trajectory that my life has now taken to being focused on white people work is his fault because when he died I started asking him, “What am I going to do now, Dr. Harding? How am I going to work in a way that honors your life?”

Then, Michael Brown was killed – murdered, just a few months later.

Then, I asked him again, “What do I do now?” Then, I started receiving all of these calls from people of color saying, “White people, you need to show up. You need to speak up. We need you.” Then, I realized that was the place where my work needed to be.

It wasn’t like it took a whole different tact, like I’m changing my vocation. But this is where we are going to deepen your vocation now. Because most of my work has been bridging or walking in solidarity with people of color.

But, specifically, working with white people? It may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.