The crowd hooted and whooped. Handclapping sounded like thunderous downpour. I walked across the stage and received my diploma from Dallas Theological Seminary, and it felt monumental. Spiritual. Euphoric. I was a success! I woke up the next day to tired kids complaining about going to school. The GI Joe battlefield exploded in most of our living room. The empty milk carton signaled the urgency of a Kroger run. So, how does God measure success when our schedules are full of paycheck gigs or clamoring kids—and hustling to cook tacos for dinner?
People of color have endured racial inequality in our country for hundreds of years. The reality of injustice is clearly displayed from the stories I listen to—many from friends who silently suffered. During this reawakening of racial injustice, the Holy Spirit is reminding me of several truths. Maybe these truths can help light your journey in uncharted waters also.