My Response to Donny Reagan

For those who have not seen this.

Dear Pastor Reagan,

As a member of the community surrounding your church, I was appalled to hear your opinions on interracial marriage. I say opinion because you didn’t cite biblical or Godly evidence for your premise. Here are the largest discrepancies in your argument

Branham was a prophet- What is your evidence? I begin with this scripture “The Spirit clearly says that in later times some will abandon the faith and follow deceiving spirits and things taught by demons. Such teachings come through hypocritical liars, whose consciences have been seared as with a hot iron. They forbid people to marry[1]” His healing powers? “For false messiahs and false prophets will appear and perform great signs and wonders to deceive, if possible, even the elect.”[2]

God made us what we are- God made mulattos the way they are too.

What white supremacist would call a black woman beautiful?-Many of them, considering how many slave owners had children with their domestic slaves.

God made us different to preserve us- Then is that true with men and women as well. If he is a God of variety and wants our future generations to be exactly as we are, why can’t both genders procreate? Separate but equal has never been true. He made man and woman in complete difference and perfect unity, and in his image[3]. Genesis 2:22-24 “Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man.  The man said, “This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called ‘woman, ‘ for she was taken out of man.”  For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.”

Blacks are ashamed of being black, so they marry whites- That does occur, but it is not that common. Mixed children are usually identified as black anyway. That is why Barack Obama is called our first black president despite having a white mother.

God created many nations/nationalities to create variety- Actually; he did it to prevent them from building manmade idols that distracted from him. They tried to build a stairway to heaven instead of worshipping as they should. In the story of Babel, (Genesis 11:1-9) the entire world spoke one language. He confused them to keep them from unifying against his will. Also, John saw many nations and tongues in Revelation. However, that does not mean that none of the people were multinational. Also, nationalities and race are not necessarily synonymous, so you need to decide if you are against mixing races or nationalities, especially considering America has several national origins. You yourself are probably Scotch-Irish. Does that not invalidate your ancestor’s marriages? Are you a bastard mulatto by your own beliefs? God doesn’t even see race.[4]


Marriage is ordained by God, not man,[5] so who are you to say that your personal beliefs on a marriage determine the validity? Moreover, we are married to God first,[6] so does that make him interracially married?


Quit church if you disagree- May God have mercy on your soul for telling young people to forsake the assembly.[7] We know that there are dire consequences for misleading the children.[8] You are harming future generations with your vitriolic slander of our Lord. Please consider seeking God before trying to declare his truths.[9]


I close with this verse: “Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace to the hearers.”[10]


I hope that this scriptural evidence will prevent you from spreading more poison to your congregation. I hope that you use this opportunity and publicity to do something positive for the Lord. As a man, it is easy to sometimes let emotion get in the way of discernment. The Bible does not call for division; it calls for unity in his name. Our prayer should be that America is one of the nations that John sees, not that people continue to make kids with people who are the same color. Our prayer should be that marriage remains holy and set apart, not based on hue. Our prayer should be that we see our fellow man as our brother, and not a color, statistic, or a preconceived notion. I will pray for you.



Love in Christ,

Shamerine Barber

A beautiful, intelligent, young, black woman who married a white man and had mulatto children


[1] 1 Timothy 4:1-3

[2] Matthew 24:24

[3] So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.”  Genesis 1:27

[4] “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7

[5] “What God has joined together, make no man put asunder” Mark 10:9

[6]  “Return, O backsliding children,” says the Lord; “for I am married to you”  Jeremiah 3:14

[7]  “Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.” Hebrews 10:25

[8] “But whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone fastened around his neck and to be drowned in the depth of the sea. “Woe to the world for temptations to sin! For it is necessary that temptations come, but woe to the one by whom the temptation comes! And if your hand or your foot causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life crippled or lame than with two hands or two feet to be thrown into the eternal fire. And if your eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. It is better for you to enter life with one eye than with two eyes to be thrown into the hell of fire.” Matthew 18:6-9

[9] “But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you.” Matthew 6:33

[10] Ephesians 4:29



Leviticus 19:18 calls us to love our neighbors as ourselves. If we did so, the world would be a beautiful, harmonious place. Our country is trying to move towards that, despite recent media depictions of a race war.

Catechism # 1825, 2447 discusses racism.

“Every form off social or cultural discrimination in fundamental personal rights on the grounds of sex, race, color, social conditions, language, or religion must be curbed and eradicated as incompatible with God’s design. (Gaudium et spes 29, section 2)Every form of social or cultural discrimination in fundamental personal rights on the grounds of sex, race, color, social conditions, language, or religion must be curbed and eradicated as incompatible with God’s design. (Gaudium et spes 29, section 2)”

The Bible make it very clear in a popular story: The Good Samaritan of Luke 10.The Samaritans and Jews did not get along. Samaritans were looked down on as unclean. However, when the man found himself beaten and robbed, he found himself to be too unclean for the Levi and Priest to touch him. The Samaritan was there to show humility and love towards his fellow man. He learned a valuable lesson that day about prejudiced thoughts. The man who was least likely to help him helped him more than the most elite of his own people. We are to love all men as our brothers; race is simply a hue. God dwells in all of us and we are all made in his image. We should never mistreat one of God’s children because they are darker or lighter than you. This should not even be an issue, but unfortunately it is. All of us have a heart and we can either fill it with compassion or hate.

The Samaritan also had to learn not to prejudge the Jewish man. He faced oppression from the Jewish people as a whole, but he saw him as a man in need instead of a statistic or part of an institution.

True progress can be made when we see each other as a child of God and descendant of Abraham rather than a statistic, stereotype, or a threat.

Our Lord and Savior was born to a young Jewish woman. He came here in humble form. You cannot claim to love him if you hate others who look like him.

On this anniversary of the March on Washington, celebrate the progress, and remember the dream. Our parents marched so we can walk free. Free from oppression. Free from hate. Free from preconceived notions. That is true freedom.  When we work together, the dream can become a reality.



The Place of the poor

The Place of the poor

I believe John Chapter Twelve is the proper approach. I wonder how much money the person who made this put in the offering plate. At the same time, the effort he put into making this could have been used to witness to someone.
Jesus worshipped in the Temple. He had no issues with it. His mother went to an expensive, religious school. Why attack churches who do the most for the poor and starving? You got these pictures from Google, so how much do they donate? What do their buildings look like? If you made this on a Mac, same questions.

So your son married a Catholic…

Panic mode! We are a Protestant family. I cannot believe my son married that Mary-worshipping, big hipped wino. I am here to clear up a few misconceptions.

1) We are not necessarily supposed to get pregnant every time we have sex. However, we do believe it is for procreation, so we are to be open to new life. It is also for marital unity. It is how two become one flesh. That is why it is to be preserved for marriage.

2) We do not believe the Pope is God on Earth. We believe he is an Apostle, not Deity. And as we speak, there is not one. No Catholic is doubting that there is God right now.

3) We have a high respect for Mary and saints.Yes we do believe they can pray for us. Do you believe the dead hear our prayers? Do you not believe the dead in Christ are in heaven worshipping? Then why is it hard to believe there are intercessors.

4) No, we are not pagan.

5) Yes, we believe Jesus is the son of God. 

6) Yes we believe in transubstantiation. We understand others see communion as symbolic and a way to be in communion with one another. 

7) No, not all priests are pedophiles. And no, hurting a child is not okay. There are far more child molestation cases within our schools.  

So your son married a darker woman….

I married a white man. I didn’t marry him because he is white. I didn’t marry him for money. I didn’t marry him because I have daddy issues. And no, I didn’t marry him so my kids wouldn’t be black. I have a few friends who face the same accusations, even from their spouse’s family. In this area, it is still taboo to some people. If you are one of those people, then you should probably read this. These are things that women in my situation want to say to you.

1) Yes, we may raise our kids differently from what you are used to. We do understand that our husband may have been raised differently, but if the child-rearing falls on the mother, then so do parenting decisions. Your opinion is not wanted, needed, nor warranted. Of course, we have discussed this with your son, so trust his judgment.

2) Yes, of course the kids will probably be considered the race of the minority parent. we know that you may fear your grand kid not identifying with white people/culture, but is it really that bad? What is American culture but a blend from our native lands. Chances are you aren’t all one race anyway. There is a reason that Hitler referred to us as a “mongrel nation.”

3) No, we are not going to simply adopt our husband’s identity to make it easier for people to deal with it. I do not plan on changing the way I talk, the music I listen to, nor the way I style my hair to make it easier for you to cope with me being with your son.

4) No, we cannot be more gentle with their hair. If you are such an expert, then please, show us.

5) No, you don’t have to walk on eggshells because we are black/latina/hispanic. We are aware. Moreover, you don’t have to tell us every ethnic person you know. We don’t all know each other.

6) Yes, even if we disapprove of some of his policies, we do like Barack Obama as a role model for success for our kids. We am proud that my kids were born with higher aspirations than I was. That doesn’t mean you have to like him. Nor does it mean we voted for him because he is black (nobody knows who I voted for).

7) No, we didn’t get married for money. We wouldn’t marry for money; we can be wined and dined without a commitment. Also, we are smart enough to know that not all white people have money.

8) No, we didn’t marry him to feel powerful. Have you not looked at the archetypal black woman? We are strong and independent. We don’t need a man to feel powerful. We are a force.



“A man of coura…

“A man of courage is also full of faith.”
Marcus Tullius Cicero

I have had those who have questioned why I have kept my faith and not accepted that there is no God, or at least not a personal one. I tell them because the events of this past year have proven quite the contrary to me. January 17, 2012, I woke up with chest pain and shortness of breath. I was twelve weeks pregnant, and I figured I had just slept funny. However, as the hours progressed I realized it was something more serious. I called my husband and voiced my concerns, he told me I was over-reacting. He then hung up on me and said he had work to do. I then called an ambulance and went to a local hospital. They said they wanted to rule out Pulmonary Embolism (PE) so they gave me a D-Dimer which came back positive.  to ensure that it was not a false positive, said hospital did a V/Q scan and kept me overnight, during which I coughed up blood and had alerts on my oxygen, pulse, and blood pressure. My husband did join me after work. The doctor told me there was no way I had PE and it was probably just pain from my pregnancy. I argued with her for a CT scan, but she refused. I had another doctor willing to sign off on the CT and the radiologist refused to give me one.The next evening, I was released and diagnosed with chondritis. I went to bed and had a dream of my Grandmother, Father-in-law, and another loved one (who died two weeks prior from PE) who told me that it was not my time yet. I woke up the next morning, called my obstetrician and went to the office. As I was being triaged, she walked in and said “what are you doing here?! They released you?” I explained the situation and she told me that she had a dream about me that night. She ordered a pulse/ox stat then sent me for a CT Scan stat. My entire life changed in the next fifteen minutes. I got off the table for the scan, went to get lunch, came back to the office expecting to wait another thirty minutes for my results. I began talking to a church friend in the waiting room, I hear a nurse say my name, then a nurse and my doctor bust through the door with a wheelchair telling me not to move. She told me I had multiple, bilateral pulmonary emboli and I possibly had dead lung tissue. They wheeled me to the MedSurge at the hospital (a different one from earlier). I was hospitalized for nine days fighting for the life of me and my child. I had a visitor waiting on me in the hallway while I was read last Rites and anointed by my Priest. I gave first confession and received absolution.  I received the Eucharist for the first time when the outlook from the world was dismal. I was given hope. I knew that I had a God who was always with me. I had a God who was so personal that I could partake in communion with him in human form. I could literally have him in my presence. I had a peace that passed all understanding. I thought of the blessed Virgin Mary who had a difficult pregnancy being that she was young and unwed. Society already saw her baby as an outcast. She faced the judgement and held on to her faith. She found favor with God, so she did not need approval from man. Nor did she owe an explanation. She did what she was to do and is Queen of Heaven because of it. Her first coronation was that child who grew in her womb. Motherhood is one of the highest earthly honors we can have. My son was a blessing, so I was ready to withstand whatever it took to get my baby boy born. I was released from the hospital. I then had to take blood thinners for the remainder of my pregnancy. Two shots in my stomach a day. I also had In-Home Care and had to drop my college classes for the semester. I was on strict bed rest and even had to be monitored while in the shower in case my blood pressure surged. I did not let it defeat me. I refused to terminate my pregnancy, though others thought it would be wise for me to do so. Then, July 23 I was in Walmart and thought my water broke. We went to the hospital and my contractions were picking up but not regular. The next morning, I was about to be released, so I stood up. I heard it, more water, so I paged the nurse. As she was walking back I looked down and noticed that it was blood. I was never more scared up to that point. She responded immediately and put a bed pan under me and called the doctor. My regular Obstetrician was gone. Instead, I got a traveling doctor who I did not know. She did an ultrasound and said it looked like Placenta previa and that I would need an emergency C-section. The anesthesiologist did not want to take the risk of putting me under, (he happens to attend church with me) so they sent me to JCMC via medflight. By the way, I’d received two pints of blood at this point. The kids’ Godmom picked the girls up at this point, though she had prior obligations. I had a couple friends who had to turn around in Abingdon at the news that I was being transferred. I was nervous about flying without monitors and such, but we arrived safely. I was moved to a room and given another pint of blood while my friends and adopted mother were waiting on the arrival of my baby. The resident did another ultrasound and found that it was just a clot blocking his head, so she took me to the OR and removed it and took me back to my room to labor naturally. My contractions were strong and constant, and we were ready for my son to get here. Steve and my adopted mom stepped out of the room momentarily and missed most of the action. I had a huge contraction and felt light headed. I paged the nurse. In medias res an obstetrician was coming on the floor and was being told about my issues. My regular high risk doctor happened to be out of town as well. I then had another huge contraction and heard my blood spilling on the floor. My friends bolted out of there and alerted the personnel. They all were nearby and came in and started disconnecting stuff and asking me questions. I remember in all of the chaos they checked the fetal heart rate and it was 132. I was at peace; my son was okay. I uttered the Rosary in Latin under my breath, “Ave Maria gratia plena.” They began doing the jog you see on ER and Grey’s Anatomy. Many of us thought that I would not return. I was praying that whatever woman raised my kids would be Godly and loving. I remember zoning out and the residents grabbing me while I held on to a metal bar. The last sounds I heard were my blood splashing on the floor of the operating room and the doctor ordering four more units of blood. I didn’t think I would wake up. I received eight units of blood and four units of plasma. I did wake up four hours later and laid eyes on my son for the first time. I held the son I never thought I would see. Yes, science gave the technology and skill to save my life. The doctor performed a horizontal cesarean in one minute! As well as almost completely rebuilt my blood supply. However, God was there in the midst. Those dreams were not by choice or by chance. Everything had to happen the way it did for me to still be alive and have my son. There were times experts were wrong. There were times those I trusted failed me. I forgive them, they are human. I am alive today because my Lord saw it fit. If that doctor had hit one extra red light I could be dead right now. If that doesn’t sound like Divine Providence, then I don’t know what does. Faith saved me. Faith moves mountains. Faith changes people. Faith gives hope to the hopeless and love to the unlovable. Faith gives you to stare death in the face and say “bring it.” Faith lets you be at death’s door and not be scared of entering. Faith will let you look at lightning during a storm and say “you don’t scare me, I know where you came from.” My God has never forsaken me, so I will do my best to not forsake him. I will keep my faith. My faith leads me to believe that I see the body, blood, soul and divinity of God every week. My faith is restored. My faith is what gives me life.

Life, Liberty,…

We as a country love talking about how our founding fathers plagiarized John Locke citing life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness. That is all well and good; however, we cannot use that as our policy if we are Christians. First of all, life is the one we can keep the same. We should respect life even in its most fragile stages. We are endowed by our Creator, so we are endowed upon creation. That is a good policy for us to have. Now onto liberty. We use that to say we can do whatever we want. And to make it seem less hedonistic we tag on the infamous as long as it harms nobody else. However, we never really discuss what that means. Chastity goes against that. We should accept promiscuity because we are free to do it (though I disagree that it harm none). We should be able to do whatever we want and it is our own business. However, we are our brothers’ keeper. We are a part of a larger community than ourselves. You are the role models for Christians of tomorrow. And you may have someone who looks up to you today. And when Jesus is your personal Lord and Savior, your life is no longer your own. The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit are in control. Your vocation is your faith. Your policy is to be do what is of God. Which brings me to my next point, pursuit of happiness. Our lives are to be Holy, not happy. We are not to be pleasure seekers. We are to lead a decent, moral, modest life. We are not supposed to act on appetites, pleasures, and passions. That leads to moral decay. That will lead us to act like selfish, entitled children who value people by how much happiness they bring you, as if they owe it to you. What we should really value are Life, Authority (submission to God) and Holiness (acting out on what you are called to do). Thomas Jefferson was not a prophet, he was a thinker and an innovator, but not a theologian. We should not look to society, but to the hills, where our help comes from (Psalms 121:1).