Sandhya Jha (she/they) is an equity and anti-oppression consultant with years of experience in the field. Sandhya continues to work part-time at the Oakland Peace Center, a collective of 40 organizations working to create equity, access and dignity as the means of creating peace in Oakland and the Bay Area, which they founded in 2012. An ordained pastor with a masters in publicpolicy, Sandhya is comfortable in the pulpit, on the picket line or hanging out with friends and friends-to-be over a good cup of tea and a good story. You might enjoy Sandhya's newest book, a theologically progressive dailydevotional; learn more about it here.

South Asian Sisterhood and Solidarity
By Sandhya Jha and Tuhina Verma Rasche

"What a gift it is to be with someone who knows the same stories, the same tastes, the same challenges of belonging and not belonging — as women, as Brown women, as Brown women called to parish ministry, with connections to Hinduism that the church is particularly anxious about and yet has helped us connect to family and also the divine."

The Parable of the Sower, the Other Parable of the Sower, and the Oakland Peace Center
By Sandhya Jha

The future doesn’t look great. But it’s also a little utopian: people rally together to create a different way of being community. They grow food, they build shelter, they make family, they establish ritual and connection to the Divine.

Monsoon Wedding, My Childhood Rape Culture, and No-Go-Tell
By Sandhya Jha

I loved the film “Monsoon Wedding”. When it came out on video, I rented it for my parents to watch. When the movie was over, they both said they enjoyed it, but my father was troubled by one plot line.

Elder Too Soon?
By Sandhya Rani Jha

Back in India, some of my cousins’ children call me aunty. Actually, they call me mamima or kakima, depending on whether I’m their father’s cousin or their mother’s cousin.

Yick Wo and the Good Samaritan
By Sandhya Jha

We owe a lot to Yick Wo. By we, I mean Asians living in the United States, whether we’re citizens or not. And by Yick Wo, I mean the man who went to jail for running a laundromat in a wooden building.

The Cost and Luxury of Disinheritance
By Sandhya Jha

“Your cousin Smriti told us that we were less like husband and wife and more like best friends when we stayed with her in Delhi,” my mother told me after my parents’ most recent visit to India. “That’s sweet!” I exclaimed, surprised at this sentimentality from my cousin.