I know that there is no such thing as a perfect community. I am not searching for perfection. I’m searching for faithfulness, for intentionality and for a willingness to change and grow.
My name is not an abstract thing anymore. It has become the foundation of my identity. If I’m honest, it always was but societal and cultural pressure led me to believe that it was disposable. I was brought up thinking – not because of any overt pressure but by subversive messaging, which can be worse, in my humble opinion – that I couldn’t fully be who I was until I took on the name of a man in order to validate my existence.
I’m a person who others look to for inspiration. In times of crisis and despair, I’m called on for prophetic truth telling. These are my gifts and my call. However, today I’m struggling with this call. I am trying to hold together seemingly disparate parts of myself. I’m trying to lead in the midst of coming to terms with some truths that have recently been revealed; truths that I’m ashamed of admitting.
My black men are not safe. They’ve never been. Whether it was the historic realities of slavery and Jim Crow and segregation; of lynchings and mob attacks; of the systematic break down of our families and black men’s’ humanity; of the discrimination and systemic racism that kept them from accumulating wealth because of discrimination after they served our country in the military; to the school to prison pipeline, they’ve never been safe.
Why does it seem like growth goes hand in hand with pain? My recent therapy sessions have revealed some things about me – deep, foundational ways of thinking that continue to come to the surface and are roadblocks to a different way of being. Dealing with these things is painful. So painful. I have to … Continue reading Therapy is Life Alignment
So Happy Black History month. Maybe we will actually recognize the multifaceted history of this country. Maybe my she-roes and heroes that were an integral part of my formation will become known by others.