When we started on our urban journey we experienced growing pains as we searched for the best way to describe what we do, who we are, and where we’re going.

We live in a violent world. Bridge City Community exists in one of the most violent neighborhoods in Chattanooga. Peacemaking isn’t a luxury or an option for us. I pray that God would give us patience and the courage to continue pursuing peacemaking for the sake of our neighbors — that they may be sons of God as well.

The Corner. What comes to mind? What images are conjured up at the incantation of this infamous locale?

Smoke filled lungs expelled tear-filled coughs and stinging winces of singed forearms. Don’t worry! I wasn’t tortured over the weekend for my faith or something admirable like that. I smoked a brisket.

In a couple of days it will be Ash Wednesday. Don E. Saliers writes, “Lent is a double journey — a journey together (and alone) toward the mystery of God’s redemptive embrace in the death and resurrection of Christ.  At the same time, it is a journey into the depths of our humanity.”

We are not so familiar with freaks as Jesus was. He daily handled as bad or worse than what I see weekly in the hospital. People coming to him for healing were maimed, mutilated, and desperate. They didn’t even have on clean pajamas. It is we who have isolated ourselves from the Incarnation.

Yet another unnecessary death in our community. Yet another victim of gang violence. Yet another victim of fear. Yet another victim of the cowardice of someone who postures unwavering toughness.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Ironman. It’s not what you think… I hate running. Well, maybe that was what you were thinking. I hate to run but that doesn’t mean I hate the Ironman.