Associate Rector Reflects February
As I prepared to preach on the Sunday of MLK weekend, about being called to justice work, I began to think how I came to mine. Where did it begin?
I realized, as I composed the sermon, that I was called to racial justice, but where did that call begin? Did it begin at Fox Tech High School in San Antonio, where in the late 90s I made three wonderful female friends, all single, feisty black teachers? I ate lunch with them every day. I admired their self-differentiation, although then I called it independence. I remember the day the news was full of a Texaco CEO using the n-word. My friends were not the least affected. It was just normal for them.