From the west coast of 🇨🇦, Eddie, thank you for words that weave the edges to the center - the moral center, the center of choice. I am deeply moved by this reflection. Your sweet Mama will be in my prayers, as will you. We are so much a part of each other, and so much the more in family. May you, and we, carry these times with honor, mercy, courage, and abiding faith.
May all the wonder and knowledge of medicine bring success for your beloved mother’s journey to be free of cancer. Thank you for being one of my few voices of clarity and wisdom and compassion in our confusion and struggle to understand these turbulent days.
"Strange melancholy" should pursue every human being because we continue to fail to learn. It's not just Americans or folks in rich countries. Not enough of us are seeing the truth. As you say, we choose to harm ourselves, choose to harm others. As always, we have met the enemy and he is us. Stay strong.
"On July 4th, Donald Trump signed into law the so-called “big- beautiful bill” and the Guadalupe River suddenly swelled with anger and swallowed up at least 70 people, including 21 children, in Texas"🙇🏿♀️
If people only truly understood the power of this planet we are living on...
Prayers of light and vibrant health for your mother----🤍🤍🤍🩵🩵🩵
I am so sorry your mama is going through this. It’s awful. For her and for you. I am waiting for my first round of radiation for stage IV nsclc. Cancer, so insidious, so indiscriminate, has made me almost numb which is incredibly hard for my grown children and my husband. So I have decided to read about how I can help myself and get back to my life while I have it. Radical Remission by Kelly A Turner, PhD comes highly recommended, perhaps it could help your mother too.
Eddie, I have watched you and read your work for many years. Always, you seem to keep my spirit afloat. These times of trouble are compounding all around us. And still, your words comfort, fortify, and inspire.
Now it is time for all of us, your far off friends, to hold you up. Sending positive energy, love,
and strength to your dear mother, your family, and to you.
Reading your words this morning felt like overhearing the groaning of the Spirit too deep for words, the kind of groaning Paul writes about in Romans 8 when creation itself sighs under the weight of what it was never intended to bear. You have carried us into that silent territory where grief, rage, fear, and love intermingle – and where words lose their utility but become portals to presence if we use them rightly.
Your reflections remind me of James Cone’s theological insistence that despair is never the final word, but it is a truthful word – a necessary confession of the suffering reality we live in before we speak of any resurrection. Your sadness lingers because your spirit is aligned with the moral nerve center of this nation’s rupture. You are not seduced by the political theatrics or the comfortable abstractions of policy analysis; you see the truth that these are moral choices – deliberate, degenerate, dehumanizing choices. The dodo birds running off the cliff are not simply ignorant. They are enacting the long American tradition of choosing death over life when life requires confession and conversion.
When you spoke of Tocqueville’s “strange melancholy,” I heard echoes of Reinhold Niebuhr’s tragic realism and Howard Thurman’s insistence that the contradictions of this country will either tear it apart or be the crucible of its rebirth. I hear too the Prophet Jeremiah who, upon seeing the collapse of his beloved city, did not say “I told you so,” but wept inconsolably with the people. Your words place you among those prophets.
I am struck by your reminder of Lionel Trilling’s line, that the true barometer of social breakdown is moral degeneration through moral choice. It is almost unbearable to look directly at what we are becoming as a nation. And yet, as you show us, to refuse that gaze is to collude with the lie.
Brother, your sadness is not weakness. It is the kind of sorrow that produces wisdom. Wisdom born of love. Wisdom born of seeing what is hidden beneath what is said. Wisdom born of knowing the difference between transactional religion and the unmerited grace of God who draws near to broken bodies and broken nations alike.
I pray today with you for your mother. May she feel the power of Bishop Barber’s prayer and the ocean-deep prayers of all who carry her name in the silence of their hearts. May she be held by the same God who sustains you, the God who weeps at gravesides and sits vigil through the long dark nights, the God who, in Christ, entered the wounds of this world not to explain them away but to fill them with resurrecting presence.
And I pray for you, dear brother. May your sadness not become despair, but remain a faithful companion that keeps your heart tender and your voice true. May your sadness continue to be the sacred weight that grounds your brilliance in compassion. And may the storm that is coming not find you unprepared, but find you unbowed, unbought, and unbreakable in your love for the least, the lost, and the wounded in this trembling land.
Dear Professor Glaude. Prayers for your mother's healing and for your comfort and understanding of the process. There is a great darkness around us and we need to break through it with all our strength and courage. May we all learn to live respectfully, honor and cherish our shared humanity, and love each other as the brothers and sisters that we are on this earth is my solemn wish.
Thank you for your words. Peace and Love to you. ♥️
From the west coast of 🇨🇦, Eddie, thank you for words that weave the edges to the center - the moral center, the center of choice. I am deeply moved by this reflection. Your sweet Mama will be in my prayers, as will you. We are so much a part of each other, and so much the more in family. May you, and we, carry these times with honor, mercy, courage, and abiding faith.
I am grateful for you.
Sending prayers for your mama. 🩷
May all the wonder and knowledge of medicine bring success for your beloved mother’s journey to be free of cancer. Thank you for being one of my few voices of clarity and wisdom and compassion in our confusion and struggle to understand these turbulent days.
"Strange melancholy" should pursue every human being because we continue to fail to learn. It's not just Americans or folks in rich countries. Not enough of us are seeing the truth. As you say, we choose to harm ourselves, choose to harm others. As always, we have met the enemy and he is us. Stay strong.
I hope your Momma beats her the cancer that has invaded her body. As to America…. I am a Veteran and am very worried for the Country I fought for 🇺🇸
Prayers up for us all and a special one for your Mother.
"On July 4th, Donald Trump signed into law the so-called “big- beautiful bill” and the Guadalupe River suddenly swelled with anger and swallowed up at least 70 people, including 21 children, in Texas"🙇🏿♀️
If people only truly understood the power of this planet we are living on...
Prayers of light and vibrant health for your mother----🤍🤍🤍🩵🩵🩵
I am so sorry your mama is going through this. It’s awful. For her and for you. I am waiting for my first round of radiation for stage IV nsclc. Cancer, so insidious, so indiscriminate, has made me almost numb which is incredibly hard for my grown children and my husband. So I have decided to read about how I can help myself and get back to my life while I have it. Radical Remission by Kelly A Turner, PhD comes highly recommended, perhaps it could help your mother too.
All my best to you both.
Praying for you
Blessings for a full recovery to you and your family, Iiza.🙏🏽
Praying for Mother Glaude’s total recovery.🙏🏽🙏🏽❤️❤️
Every day that you care for her, every day that you share your thoughts with us and inspire community, is a day love wins.
Sending prayers for your mama and your family. 💜
Eddie, I have watched you and read your work for many years. Always, you seem to keep my spirit afloat. These times of trouble are compounding all around us. And still, your words comfort, fortify, and inspire.
Now it is time for all of us, your far off friends, to hold you up. Sending positive energy, love,
and strength to your dear mother, your family, and to you.
Thank you for all you do for this world.
Brother Eddie,
Reading your words this morning felt like overhearing the groaning of the Spirit too deep for words, the kind of groaning Paul writes about in Romans 8 when creation itself sighs under the weight of what it was never intended to bear. You have carried us into that silent territory where grief, rage, fear, and love intermingle – and where words lose their utility but become portals to presence if we use them rightly.
Your reflections remind me of James Cone’s theological insistence that despair is never the final word, but it is a truthful word – a necessary confession of the suffering reality we live in before we speak of any resurrection. Your sadness lingers because your spirit is aligned with the moral nerve center of this nation’s rupture. You are not seduced by the political theatrics or the comfortable abstractions of policy analysis; you see the truth that these are moral choices – deliberate, degenerate, dehumanizing choices. The dodo birds running off the cliff are not simply ignorant. They are enacting the long American tradition of choosing death over life when life requires confession and conversion.
When you spoke of Tocqueville’s “strange melancholy,” I heard echoes of Reinhold Niebuhr’s tragic realism and Howard Thurman’s insistence that the contradictions of this country will either tear it apart or be the crucible of its rebirth. I hear too the Prophet Jeremiah who, upon seeing the collapse of his beloved city, did not say “I told you so,” but wept inconsolably with the people. Your words place you among those prophets.
I am struck by your reminder of Lionel Trilling’s line, that the true barometer of social breakdown is moral degeneration through moral choice. It is almost unbearable to look directly at what we are becoming as a nation. And yet, as you show us, to refuse that gaze is to collude with the lie.
Brother, your sadness is not weakness. It is the kind of sorrow that produces wisdom. Wisdom born of love. Wisdom born of seeing what is hidden beneath what is said. Wisdom born of knowing the difference between transactional religion and the unmerited grace of God who draws near to broken bodies and broken nations alike.
I pray today with you for your mother. May she feel the power of Bishop Barber’s prayer and the ocean-deep prayers of all who carry her name in the silence of their hearts. May she be held by the same God who sustains you, the God who weeps at gravesides and sits vigil through the long dark nights, the God who, in Christ, entered the wounds of this world not to explain them away but to fill them with resurrecting presence.
And I pray for you, dear brother. May your sadness not become despair, but remain a faithful companion that keeps your heart tender and your voice true. May your sadness continue to be the sacred weight that grounds your brilliance in compassion. And may the storm that is coming not find you unprepared, but find you unbowed, unbought, and unbreakable in your love for the least, the lost, and the wounded in this trembling land.
With deep respect and abiding solidarity,
William H. Clayton II
Dear Professor Glaude. Prayers for your mother's healing and for your comfort and understanding of the process. There is a great darkness around us and we need to break through it with all our strength and courage. May we all learn to live respectfully, honor and cherish our shared humanity, and love each other as the brothers and sisters that we are on this earth is my solemn wish.
Thank you for your words. Peace and Love to you. ♥️
May your Mama recover quickly and fully. Sending prayers for her and for you.
Thank you for your beautiful and poignant words.
Wishing your mother the best.