Chicago is a crossroads of faiths — religious tradition, religious innovation, and religious rebellion.
I sometimes wonder why God sent me to Chicago. Why was I this blessed? Why was I sent to a place as wonderful, scary, enlightening, and demanding as Chicago? A place filled with such religious history that it boggles my mind. I have studied and will continue to study, but I will never completely understand. Unlike God, I will never fully comprehend the breadth of His work in this land.
There’s also an arrogance with saying “I was sent.” I wasn’t sent to save but to serve. God does the saving. I am here to be humbled — to realize how small I really am and how big God truly is.