“I am willing to be uncomfortable”, I said in a gathering of women faith leaders in the fall of 2017 to which someone replied, “Mmh, I have never been comfortable”. This moment opened my eyes to privilege and racism and has shaped much of my work since then. I never once imagined it would lead to starting a blog.
From the beginning, God’s people have been called to journey into the uncomfortable, the unknown, the unexpected, the beauty and brokenness of the borderlands…. and called to trust the voice that says “You are my beloved child, with you I am well pleased.”
Imagine an empty road… littered with trash, leftover palm branches, a forgotten cloth (I didn’t have the time or energy to paint it). It’s Monday, the day after Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem, the moneylenders are back in the temple, business as usual…until Jesus turns over their tables.
I wonder what life after covid-19 will look like. Will it be business as usual? If there is one thing I learned from the August 12 events in Charlottesville, it is that we don’t want to go back to normal…
See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43:19