Do you mourn for the state of the city. I do. Nehemiah did. I’m pretty sure God does.

1 In the month of Nisan in the twentieth year of King Artaxerxes, when wine was brought for him, I took the wine and gave it to the king. I had not been sad in his presence before; 2 so the king asked me, “Why does your face look so sad when you are not ill? This can be nothing but sadness of heart.”
I was very much afraid, 3 but I said to the king, “May the king live forever! Why should my face not look sad when the city where my fathers are buried lies in ruins, and its gates have been destroyed by fire?”

Nehemiah’s job was to take a bullet for King Artaxerxes everyday and hope it was a blank.

More and more, I mourn for my city. I know I’m a part of the change. Though I don’t always do something about it. I know I can. I know I should. I know God calls me to it.

There are idea-makers, there are leaders, there are managers, there are workers, there are the people who are intended to receive. I’m learning so much about myself right now and my capacity to affect change, to be a catalyst, to lead the fight against the continuing injustice in our cities…and more than ever, I’m finding myself willing to use my voice to be the change I want to see in the world.

What’s next for us North Minneapolis?

I want to be a part of your justice.

How much am I really willing to die for? Do we have a vision worth dying for? What risk am I willing to take today?
…lately, i’ve been feeling pretty risky.