After two months of the daily commute, of living over 30 min. from work, school, and church, I am happily settled in a beautiful house in the middle of the Phillips neighborhood of Minneapolis.
Yesterday when I got home from work one of my new housemates had also just gotten home, and she invited me to go with her to walk to the local Somali mall to get a cup of chai. On our walk it was clear that our neighborhood is far from perfect—our house has just been remodeled and is in good shape, but several need lots of TLC, young kids walk themselves home from school, and threatening graffiti is a reminder that we need to be cautious. However, this area is wonderful, too. Our two white faces in a sea of black at the mall, friendly greetings from people who recognize my housemate on the walk, and people flying by in the bike lanes before it is too cold to run errands this way.
There are many here from people groups who are completely closed to the gospel. I pray that the light of our house will shine beyond just the front porch and into the hearts of those who need Good News.
I am feeling so content to be where I am right now. I live within walking distance of the school I work at. A walk around the neighborhood makes it clear that I am the minority, and the young women I live with are excited to be here as well.
I just want to clarify that I don’t want to write about where I live without leaving out the cultural and racial diversity that exists, here, but I never want to sound or be prejudiced in my words. I am here to create justice and equality, so if my words ever sound prejudiced, please leave a comment! After growing up in Scandinavian Wisconsin, I’m still learning how to correctly express what’s on my heart when it comes to the racial injustices I see in the world.