I love the word repurposed. It conjures thoughts of time and effort, intention and drive, commitment and patience. It’s full of hope, I think, that what’s neglected, ugly, and tired can find meaning again. Find purpose.
I’m the Director of Communications at Central Christian School, a racially and socio-economically diverse school in St. Louis. I’m passionate about race and culture, justice and mercy. The older I get, the more I don’t know. I have a long way to go in grasping the layers of wounds from my country’s injured history. But I believe God’s making a way through the darkest of nights, the parched deserts, the veiled secrets. I cling to the promise that He’s preparing something new, and I want to be a part of it.
“Watch closely,” the Maker promises, “I am preparing something new; it’s happening now, even as I speak, and you’re about to see it. I am preparing a way through the desert; waters will flow where there has been none.” Isaiah 43:19
Welcome… I invite you to reflect on your own narrative for a while. How is God repurposing your story? Where is your tension? Where is your redemption?
As you begin to articulate your own story, maybe you’ll let your words spill onto others. Maybe the very story you’ve been scorning, or just ignoring, will repurpose and restore another’s life.
Together, let’s reflect and then join God in redeeming what’s broken in our own communities.
All Scriptures included in this blog come from The Voice translation unless otherwise noted.
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