And seek the peace of the city where I have caused you to be carried away captive and pray to the LORD for it; for in its peace you will have peace. Jeremiah 29:7 (NKJV)
Ah, Richmond. My hometown. The city that loomed large when homesickness hit hardest.
I’ve recently joined the Board of the Richmond Christian Leadership Institute (http://www.rcliweb.org/), whose “goal is to empower a network of young Christian leaders to serve and influence Metro Richmond across racial, denominational, geographic and socioeconomic lines by aiding people in social and spiritual need, healing community divisions and extending the Church’s influence on the culture.” In pursuit of this goal, we strive to understand and appreciate the rich history, both glorious and broken, of our city.
This morning, the kids and I set out to work on that vision, by following the infamous Slave Trail of Richmond, from the slave ship docks to the notorious prison nicknamed the “Devil’s Half Acre” to the new Reconciliation Statue, one of three duplicate memorials at the vertices of the triangular slave trade.