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As I determine next steps for this project (why I’ve been quiet), I wanted to make something clear. Here at The Mustard Seed Conspiracy, we wholly affirm that black lives matter. This project was birthed with a desire to honor the dignity, value, and culture of all human beings. It was meant to be a place to express our shared human experience through a lens of creativity and faith.

As the founder of a project like this, I have been doing a lot of reflecting. I admit what I stated above has not always been the case; often times my own spheres of influence subconsciously steered outcomes in a direction that honestly, sometimes, even I was uncomfortable with.

I want to do better as a leader. I am learning. I am listening. I am checking myself. You are welcome in this space.

A poem by Fran Westwood, for Holy Saturday:

"What way is there left to choose
after what’s been done
to who we’ve chosen?

This is not what I expected, Abba—
you said come, costly,
but all I could see was a new road
to the tree of life on a far hill,
those thousands of desperate feet
leaping like deer and
I didn’t believe you.

Now you tell me wait, joy,
but all I can see is a shorn tree,
ivory bones the only moon in
noonday darkness,
what’s left of the garden
from knives and scattering fee
and I still don’t believe you.

But these coals and hillside skin
I do remember, and the fire
that lived low in your eyes
when you said Abba,

when you asked your questions too
when the sun had dipped
so bloody low and
you chose."

HOLY WEEK: Choices — The Mustard Seed Conspiracy What way is there left to choose after what’s been done to who we’ve chosen? This is not what I expected, Abba— you said come, costly, but all I could see was a new road to the tree of life on a far hill, those thousands of desperate feet

Yesterday we entered the fifth and final week of Lent before Holy Week begins. Check out this week's new poem to reflect and meditate on by emerging Canadian poet Fran Westwood, titled "Viriditas."

LENT: VIRIDITAS — The Mustard Seed Conspiracy How will they hear is your concern, Romans has been asking for years. My concern is where it grows from and how it grows—your sculpted maps, lips white with practice.