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Peanuts, freedom, and sports sum up my childhood interactions with Black History Month. The month of February launched my predominantly white school into a building lined with posters of Black icons and library displays of books featuring children that looked nothing like anyone in my class.
I received a call from my friend Joe at a late hour, asking if I could pick him up from jail. I was not surprised to hear that Joe had been in jail. His life had been difficult.
Before we joined World Impact in 1993, God called me to the city through the writings of Amy Carmichael, a single missionary in India who sought to rescue children and young women from the life of temple prostitution.
I spent seven years in one of America’s most dangerous cities, or at least that is what the media tells me. While I lived there I never felt like I was in danger.
As I continue to think about the voice of God, I have been thinking more about silence. As an urban missionary I recognize that noise is all around us in the city. While we can’t eliminate all of that noise, we still want to be in a position to hear the Lord.