I was so tempted to spend the entire evening yesterday checked out watching old seasons of Friday Night Lights. Take a beat from the heaviness that’s descended my heart the past few weeks with the pain inflicting our world. The events unfolding in Ferguson over the killing of Mike Brown have taking the forefront though. It’s felt as though darkness and war have taken a foot hold and a tidal wave has hit.

But, what feels like issues so much bigger than anything I am capable of changing , I was reminded of a huge victory in the battle for justice.  Just this past Tuesday reports surfaced that 46 women and children were freed from Joseph Kony’s rebel army, the LRA in Central Africa, and it was a humbling reminder of what this generation is capable of.

An example of what happens when light shows up. When people show up. When a generation shows up.

Because those 46 women and children were freed from captivity because tens of thousands of people over the past decade have fought for it. With their lives, voices, resources, and tenacity. Bills have been passed, a viral campaign unfolded, and a movement has sustained all to bring an end to the longest running war in Africa. It isn’t just a war we’re fighting on the other side of the world, the child soldiers and affected communities are as important as our neighbors. They still are, and we’re still fighting.

This renegade band of millennial’s knew there was no other option than to answer the call, and so they did. In every way they knew how: in the imperfection of a young movement, sleepless nights, too many cups of coffee,  to the stages they spoke from to hundreds of thousands of people on behalf of Invisible Children. We learned that when united in common purpose, grounded in grace, and a relentless work ethic the darkness starts to recede.

There is for no greater belief that this band of renegades exists other than that every human life matters. That no matter where you live: you have value, are inherently worthy of love and protection.

So, as I went to hunker down and get lost in mindlessness, a great conviction took hold of me. Because I know that not taking a side in the fight for justice, means that you choose the side of the oppressor – even if it’s not your intent.

There can’t be another day wasted waiting for a leader to arrive on the scene to guide us towards justice.

This generation may not have our own Martin Luther King Jr.  in the trenches,  perhaps because he paved the way for us to rise up. We have the resources, connectivity, and accessibility more so than any generation before.  It’s proven to be one of our greatest set backs when it should be our most extraordinary strength. I believe what’s missing is our collective courage and willingness to get uncomfortable.

Thank you to the students at Howard University who orchestrated this powerful moment,  I deeply hope it’s all we need to spur a movement of justice.  I hope we rise up for the young men who are losing their lives to prejudice and careless authority in our country, and to the men, women and children around the world who need us more than ever.


I pray we show up and get uncomfortable. I hope that we don’t spend another day on the sidelines of history. Let’s get in the game.

“And pray. Pray. Pray. With your voice, when your spirit, with groans and tears, with your hands and your ears, with your mind and your feet. Let justice roll down.” –Sarah Bessey