I didn’t forget. Though I don’t have flowers or dinner reservations, I wanted to wish us a happy eighth anniversary. I have been writing, thinking, talking about the socio- political construct of race, the malformation of Christian community and the call to be reconciled in a world that thrives on division for 2,920 days. It has not been easy to keep faith in the ministry of reconciliation but Christ’s bloody hands reaching out to us hold it all together.
Now I write as a matter of resistance to the old way, to the prejudicial, stereotypical way of being. I write to die daily to race (First Corinthians 15.31). I write to remind us that it is a daily confession, this denial of the flesh and its people- given, people- driven powers. The raceless gospel is reminder that the power of Christianity does not lie in what our flesh can do but in what Christ did with his.
I began this blog on Ash Wednesday eight years ago. It is a fitting reminder for the socio- political construct of race, the power we give it and the weight we throw around it. Because in the end, we must, “Remember that you are dust and that to dust you shall return.” The flesh is not worth much and it not what Jesus died for any way. These flesh fights are all our doing and of our own making. So today, thank you for choosing another way, to walk away from the temporal and fleeting powers of epidermis in order to pursue more closely the holy trail that Jesus is on.
I am so proud of the work that we have done together and look forward to many more years with you. I am deeply grateful for your support, to have you as travel companions and conversation partners. I pray for many more years and even more words to share with you. Happy anniversary!