In My Grandmothers House -- In My Grandmothers House
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Praise for In My Grandmothers House
In this gripping and authentic text, Dr. Yolanda Pierce teaches us to listen with radical attentiveness, uncovering the analytical brilliance, courageous sacrifice, and definitive theology of her grandmother. As she excavates the intergenerational recipes and patterns out of which her own life is created, she gives the reader access to deep wells of faith and wisdom. This text is a love letter to Black grandmothers and a show way quilt for young people. It is essential reading for all who hear the whisper of the still, small voice and feel unsure of how to respond.
Melissa Harris-Perry, journalist, speaker, and professor at Wake Forest University
Within the pages of In My Grandmothers House, Dr. Yolanda Pierce brings to the forefront the titans of faith formation, the holders of theological wisdom, the guides who rarely receive credit from the academy for having crafted a faith that endures: Black grandmothers. By giving language to the ways Black women have long helped us make sense of the Divine, Dr. Pierce offers us a window into the sacred lives of Black women, at once centering ourselves, our histories, and our God.
Austin Channing Brown, New York Times bestselling author of Im Still Here
From the opening sentence to the closing paragraph, Dr. Yolanda Pierce provides a spiritual meal we did not know we desperately needed as a community of joyous believers and wounded family members who occupy the space we call the Black church. Dr. Pierce becomes this generations spiritual griot; her powerful storytelling challenges, inspires, and demands we hold the brokenness and the blessedness of the space we call the Black church in both hands. She pushes us to refuse to release the sweet and sour flavors mixed in the beautiful pot of our Black spirituality framed by the womanist power of our grandmothers. Thank you, Dr. Pierce, for being a brilliant, radical, and loving truth-teller.
Rev. Dr. Otis Moss III, author, activist, and senior pastor of Trinity United Church of Christ
I used to think talking about Black life, or even Black faith, was about convincing white people to be better. But thats far too limiting. It is about giving us words, setting our bodies free, living in ways that allow us to feel seen, inspired, protected. It is about deep love, a deep faith in the possibility of better for ourselves and our country. Dr. Yolanda Pierce does just that: she welcomes us into the sacred space between Black bodies, God, kitchens, living rooms, sanctuaries, cities, and classrooms.... This is a book that is both brilliantly told and beautifully writtena book you will want to read, read again, talk about, sing about, cry with, hold onto, and be held by.
Dant Stewart, writer, speaker, and activist
Dr. Yolanda Pierce gives us the gift of inviting us into the faith of her grandmother, and so many others who have gone before. For those of us born entrenched in white patriarchal Christianity, this gift is profound. In her poetic, theologically rich reflections on growing up in the Black church, Dr. Pierce invites our gaze to honor the women who have upheld a profound yet overlooked aspect of American Christianity. This is a wonderful introduction to womanist theology that is life-giving and nurturing even as it invites constant reflection on the part of the reader.
D. L. Mayfield, author of The Myth of the American Dream and Assimilate or Go Home
In My Grandmothers House is profoundly hopeful, deeply challenging, and always surprising in the best sense. Through the stories of her grandmother and the older Black women in the church, Dr. Yolanda Pierce offers a powerful vision of a God who loves Black women and is deeply invested in their wholeness and freedom. This work of womanist theology is for everyone because it offers a theological lens for the liberation work Black women have always engaged init calls us to take Jesus out of the box of tradition so we can see the subversive work of God in the world. After reading it, I wanted to live in her grandmothers house and glean her wisdom and love for God. In My Grandmothers House is a gift that will inspire and change youits a must-read!
Karen Gonzlez, author of The God Who Sees
Dr. Pierce speaks to all of our hearts by testifying of the goodness of the Black church through her grandmother theology and stories of Black women of faith. This intellectual and emotional masterpiece is just the healing balm we need in a world deprived of the unconditional love and wisdom of Black grandmothers.
Khristi Lauren Adams, author of Parable of the Brown Girl
In My Grandmothers House
Black Women, Faith, and the Stories We Inherit
Yolanda Pierce
Broadleaf Books
Minneapolis
IN MY GRANDMOTHERS HOUSE
Black Women, Faith, and the Stories We Inherit
Copyright 2021 Yolanda Pierce. Printed by Broadleaf Books, an imprint of 1517 Media. All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical articles or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher. Email copyright@1517.media or write to Permissions, Broadleaf Books, PO Box 1209, Minneapolis, MN 55440-1209.
Excerpt from Making Foots from Rice: Poems by Nikki Finney (Evanston, IL: TriQuarterly Books, 2013). Copyright 2013 by Nikki Finney. Reprinted by permission of Northwestern University Press.
Nazarene. Copyright 1970 by the Pauli Murray Foundation, from DARK TESTAMENT AND OTHER POEMS by Pauli Murray. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.
Cover Image: Sidhe/istock
Cover design: Love Arts
Print ISBN: 978-1-5064-6471-8
eBook ISBN: 978-1-5064-6472-5
For the remnant,
living in the tension between the contradictions
and the beauty of their faith
In my Fathers house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also. And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.
John 14:2-4
In my grandmothers house, there were biscuits, and hymns, and stories. In my grandmothers church, there was preaching, and joy, and firm rebuke. The faith my grandmother taught me has prepared me for this place. And the faith I have shaped into my own will prepare me for the next. I do not fear the world that is to come, knowing that heaven may be a storefront church or apartment living room where the saints of God are gathered home, telling the story of how theyve overcome, knowing we will all understand it better by and by.
Yolanda Pierce
Contents
For I received from the Lord that which I also delivered to you.
1 Corinthians 11:23
I am a daughter of an imperfect thing we call the Black church. I love that imperfect thing with all my own imperfections, brokenness, and flaws. I love it enough to have committed a lifetime and a career to loving her people and telling her stories. That imperfect church has loved me, chastised me, and strengthened me. And the tradition of the elders that I have received, even when I challenge it, has given my life meaning and joy. My generation may be the last remnant of a tradition that is quickly fading away: a Holy Ghostfilled, foot-stomping, tambourine-playing, chicken-frying-in-the-basement, aisle-running, all-night-tarrying, sanctified, down-home, unapologetically saved tradition. In an era of megachurches, celebrity pastors, ten-thousand-seat sanctuaries, and state-of-the-art video productions, the tradition of my particular church elders is rapidly fading away. And I am left to wonder: How can I best remember and honor all that they have sown in me, and others, for generations?
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