The start of something new can be scary and exciting, but as each of us steps into this school year and all the new beginnings that come our way, let us always be reminded that whatever happens, wherever we go, the Lord our God is with us.
I remember praying all night for women that I have never met, not just in Tampa but in this world to know how loved they are by Jesus. I prayed that someone, somewhere could do something to help the women of this world who are exploited every day. I haven’t stopped this prayer. I prayed that there would be more people like I had met to serve God’s people in other corners of the world. But then this idea came to me, what if I could do that? What if I could serve God’s people? What if this is my call?
The problem with those of us who have the social privilege, the finances and the mobility to travel is that we like to impose blessings upon others. We too often rush to give people we don’t really know what we think they need from our insular, ethnocentric perspective.
Urbana 03 really challenged me to consider how I might serve not only my local church, but the global church as well. Although the experience itself was incredible, I was not really sure what God had planned for me.
Even though I know the atrocities that have been committed in the United States against people with dark skin like mine, I’m just recently beginning to acknowledge that this fallen dynamic persists today.
What is the place of ancestry in understanding my identity both spiritually and naturally? In Deuteronomy 6.20-21, the answer given through the ages to the children of Israel was rooted in an always accessible historical event in which the past and present collide; “We were slaves.”