“When being is separated from doing, pious thoughts become an adequate substitute for washing dirty feet.” (brennan manning)
If you’ve followed my journey at all these past few weeks or read my earlier blog, “The Tomb, The Womb, The Imposter, and The Beloved,” you know God’s been teaching me some new things, and that He’s leading me on a new adventure.
But it’s not brand new.
A few years ago, before going to Africa, before meeting and then touring with Jennifer Knapp and Derek Webb, before having a baby and moving to Minneapolis and watching things rearrange themselves around me, I embarked on a month-long tour up the West Coast with a fellow indie artist. When we set out for that month, we had a total of three paying shows booked at a few churches, and about ten non-paying gigs booked at prisons, youth detention centers, and homeless shelters.. We were renting a car for the entirety of the tour, and didn’t have enough guaranteed income to cover even that. There were moments of fear and wondering how everything was going to come together, but over all I was actually incredibly excited to see what God was up to.
Because I knew in the depths of my being, to the marrow in my bones, that this tour was precisely what God wanted me to do.
