Who Am I?
Who was I? Was a title and the approval of man really to be the source of my self-worth? It was during this season that I learned so much about myself and my God.
We were instantly linked by an unspoken camaraderie that created a tangibly safe atmosphere. When characters in the film made offensive and degrading comments about women, my fellow moviegoers gasped in disgust and whispered under their breath, “Shut. Up.”
At first, I was spooked. It was dark out there. I was being super careful about where I stepped and was afraid of what I might see lurking in the shadows.
I am amazed and grateful for how African Americans saw their story in Jesus. What they saw in Jesus was a reflection of their deep convictions of what is unjust and where humanity has gone wrong.
The silent retreat was my first and won't be my last. It was a beautiful, quiet respite from NYC spending time to get to know my Lord a bit more.
“I wasn’t taken seriously. ‘He wouldn’t do that!’ was the dismissive reply.”
These accounts have been rejected and dismissed for too long. The rise of Women’s Marches, the #MeToo Movement, and the #ChurchToo Movement are giving victims of sexual harassment and assault a platform to tell their stories, to be heard, and most importantly, to be believed.