I walked away after seeing Beyoncé’s hour-long visual album, “Lemonade,” with the profound sense that I had “been to church.” And this is no small claim for someone who has devoted her life and work to the academic study of the Black Church tradition.
Like others, I was arrested by the stunning visuals of Beyoncé’s work and the lyrical genius of her songs, but there is a deeply spiritual component to this work that leaves me both uplifted and convicted. Within “Lemonade” are echoes of the womanist theology I both write and teach; a theology that concerns itself with how black women know and understand the sacred and participate in God-talk.
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