Preparing to launch TUMI (The Urban Ministry Institute) 25 years ago was a daunting and oftentimes discouraging task.
My wife and I were expecting our third son and as the day drew nearer, our main vehicle to haul around our family bit the dust.
As I hear sirens and helicopters, as I pass sleeping bodies in trash-laden makeshift shelters, even altars to the recently slain, there is a growing cadence in my heart.
“I need to talk, do you have time?” Diandra texted.
Rae* was my hair stylist and we lost touch. Last year we reconnected at the World Impact Women’s Retreat.