Since coming home from Ferguson, and with everything we learned there, and everything we’ve been trying to unravel since we made our way home, we have slowly been building words together, and piling them up like an Ebenezer. We aren’t the same people we were when we left home and boarded flights to Missouri.
Over time, we may add more words, but those words may never see the backlight of a computer screen.
I went to Ferguson for one of two reasons: either, 1) the Holy Spirit compelled me, or, 2) I have lost my mind. But then, there’s a third option—a third way, if you will—and that may be some combination of the two. It may be that God’s ways look like craziness in the middle of what we’ve deemed ordinary and right and the way things should be. All I know for sure is that I needed to go, and, now that I’ve gone, I know more than ever, I needed to go.
The High Calling has graciously created a space for the words we’ve been building. They have set aside a clearing for our Ebenezer. If you’d like to read the words, you are welcome to join us over there.