Sometimes a chain of events greater than ourselves hits us, ushering forth a cacophony of response:
Seriously, how are you not in this God?
As you know, I’m thick in the midst of writing a book right now; with almost ten chapters under my belt, I’m hopeful to knock out the remaining eight chapters by the holiday season – so I might then get them to my beta readers and begin the brain-draining work of editing and rewriting and editing again. The chapters aren’t the prettiest right now, but as most any writer would tell you, first drafts aren’t usually defined by their beauty. Sometimes the point is simply to get the words out there and wait.
But that’s not why I’m posting here today.
In the midst of writing, a funny realization came to me: sure, I call myself a writer and a speaker, but I don’t often tack activist onto my title. But an activist I am. In fact, let me rephrase that: I am an activist.
When I implore my readers on Facebook to enter into conversations of race, I’m an activist.
When I ask you to give toward humanitarian funds in Puerto Rico and Red Cross efforts in Houston, I’m an activist.
When I search to find books for my sons with characters that look more like them than like me, I’m an activist.
When I speak on Sunday mornings or at a weekend conference, and I implore my audience to see who they’re not seeing, to pass the mic to those whom they’re not letting speak, and to think of the God who not only stands with but fights for the marginalized and the oppressed, I’m an activist.
In my ordinary, everyday life, I’m an activist. And this activist has recently been invited to journey with fellow Christian women leaders, writers, speakers and activists on the #RubyWooPilgrimage next month.
It’s a pilgrimage of listening, learning and growing. It’s a journey of seeing with new eyes and listening with newly trained ears. And it’s a story I have a feeling I’m going to be talking about for a long, long time.
So, I’m doing what I haven’t done in awhile now: I’m pulling out my “financial ask” hat, and I’m asking for your help in my fundraising efforts. I’d love to raise a few thousand dollars in order to go on the pilgrimage and help support three other women to go along with me.
Readers, would you help me raise $4430?
I’d be honored if you shared in this story with me, so if you’ve at all been encouraged by my words, donate $25. If you believe in the activist in me, too, put $50 behind your name. If you think my story and maybe even my words have the power to change people, give $100 toward the campaign. I’m not going to see any of it, as it’s all going straight to the costs of the trip, but man: I sure am grateful to have you on this journey with me.
So much love,
So, um, thanks? Give today! And spread the word. I’m grateful for it all. Thanks y’all.0