Last year, I set a somewhat audacious goal for myself: read 100 books in a year. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d get there—but by the time December rolled around, I had read 104. It ended up being more than a numbers game. It reshaped my attention, stretched my imagination, and reminded me just how formative sustained reading can be.  This year, I’ve set a different kind of goal. Not primarily numerical, but intentional: 90% of what I read will be written by women, people of color, and LGBTQ+ voices.  As a white, straight, cisgender man, I’m increasingly aware that the voices most readily available to me—the ones centered, platformed, and normalized—tend to look a lot like mine. That’s not purely accidental; it’s the result of long-standing patterns of power and privilege. Those voices aren’t without value—but they are overrepresented.  I’ve come to think of this as a matter of hermeneutical equity. If interpretation—of Scripture, of the world, of God—is always shaped by lived...