My BFF, living a couple miles from Jennings/Ferguson with her family, pastoring a nearby church, Harmony St. Louis.
The first attempt at writing anything about my experiences surrounding the death of Michael Brown and the events that followed can be found at Above the Fold here.
On Friday October 10th it had been 61 days since I first put my feet on the still bloody place where Mike Brown’s body had lain.
I didn’t understand my place anymore. I didn’t know what to do anymore. It seemed easy that first week, when there were clear places to be, at clear times, when the day after he was shot I went to a prayer vigil with two friends.
Ferguson October wasn’t going to be something I could fully participate in. The week after Michael Brown’s death we were extremely blessed in that we had a close family friend staying with us. And she stepped up and provided child care for those times and places we didn’t take the…
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