How CSA Is Honoring Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month 2023

I’m a list person.  Give me a goal and I’ll quickly turn it into a list.  Packing lists, to-do lists, booklists, all of it.

This month, as part of Asian American Pacific Islander History Month, we’ll be sharing some lists we hope will be helpful for those within the AAPI community and their friends. Borrowing from GoodReads’ Listopia, a wonderful land of many book lists, each week in May we’ll feature an AAPI listopia of sorts to both encourage the AAPI community and also stir the imagination of what God is doing in and through the AAPI community.

The stories and the lists will be focused on the Asian American and Pacific Islander experience, but the stories will draw from many contexts.  In the same way that AAPI Christians in the US context draw from both Asian and non-Asian Christian resources, AAPI often draw from the Asian diaspora, looking trans-nationally to find the stories that are “home” to them.   We are an intergenerational, transnational people, and the lists will reflect that.

We’ll highlight people, books, and projects.  Some will be personal lists, others more formal. Some will be familiar, others may surprise. Our goal is to broaden the understanding of the great gifts that God has entrusted to the AAPI community for the benefit of the global Body of Christ, the church. Please add to the lists, modify them, challenge them.  We do not intend these to be comprehensive; rather we hope they will provoke curiosity and ultimately a celebration of God’s work through various AAPI folks.

Enjoy,

Nikki Toyama-Szeto

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