The day prior to leaving for Sankofa, I scribbled down the following thoughts:
Today is Ash Wednesday, a day that marks the start of the Lent season. This year, there is a desire within me to step into Lent with intentionality and to lean into the invitation to go deeper in my relationship with the Lord. I'll be fasting from social media and alcohol and will create space each day to encounter the Lord and deepen intimacy. It seems befitting that a group of us will be flying out to Atlanta early tomorrow morning to embark on Sankofa, a four-day interracial prayer journey that will emulate the journey the freedom riders took during the Civil Rights Movement. We will take a step back into time to bear witness, to see, learn and lament what has come to pass and what still exists and continues to be pervasive in the landscape of the United States, namely the demonic stronghold that is White Supremacy. I hope to come back with eyes wide open, with clearer vision, and a deeper understanding of what it means to follow Christ and love him and others.
Fast forward to today, February 27th, 2026.
I did, in fact, come back a different person. I can feel it deeply within me, that what I experienced on Sankofa has made an indelible mark on me, and I cannot help but shift my inner orientation and allow space for what I have seen and experienced. What do you do when you meet and hear from individuals who were mentored by Martin Luther King Jr. when they were students and from those who participated in the sit-ins during the Civil Rights Movement? What do you do when you bear witness to the centuries of racial injustice and the ongoing narrative of White Supremacy cloaked in different forms of racial subjugation and terror? I bore witness to the stories of those who were murdered, I stood in front of an array of glass jars containing the ground on which men and women and children were shamefully lynched. My partner and I walked hand-in-hand across the Edmund Pettus Bridge and recalled the civil rights marchers and the violence they experienced on the bridge. I rode on the bus, journeying overnight from Memphis back to Atlanta - what awaited us at the end of the journey was the church, not the KKK intent on brutal harm and destruction. I merely tasted a drop of a drop of the evil that has been experienced by the African American community and my mind failed and continues to fail to comprehend the failure of our nation to recognize and repent of comprehensive evil done to the innocent. And yet, to see and learn of the resilience and strength of the oppressed was humbling to the nth degree.
Strewn throughout this journey were glimmers of hope as our group embodied the greater Church and stepped into collective experience and created collective memory. Surely, the Church must continue to be countercultural in its engagement with the past and its desire to be better witnesses of Christ. I believe our group of 50 leaned into that intention during this trip. And so I sit here and I continue to ponder what it means to truly love God and love others. What does it mean to bear the burden of and lament alongside the oppressed, especially if we are to be considered the body of Christ? These are the things I sit with, these are the things I allow to seep into my bones and act as catalyst and passion for living justly.
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Sankofa marked the start of Lent and I continue to sit in my practice of being off social media and refraining from consuming alcohol. This Lent season has been a wildly different experience for me this year and sacred in a way that feels new and revelatory. It's almost like more and more of my attention is zoomed in on beholding the Lord - my vision is sharpened and I feel like he's taking me into deeper waters. I drove home from work last night and as I parked the car, let it idle and started conversing with the Lord. What was initially casual turned into something more. God took it up a notch and I felt the Holy Spirit saying to me, "Grace, I see you and I know your desires. Give me this Lent season, give me this time - this is what I desire of you." And of course, of course, my response was yes. Yes to obedience, yes to the old and yes to the new, yes to intimacy, yes to an unraveling and descent into deeper waters.
And so, onwards.
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