Nothing But the Echoes of the Past: Remembrance, Repentance, Repairing. A Sermon in Pentecost @ Wicker Park Lutheran Church

The sounds from the jail cells of the Wilmington Ten

Are echoes of a massacre keeping Black freedom locked in

The sounds of struggle you hear that are filling your world today

Are echoes of the voices your fathers killed and smothered away

You can steal my tongue

I dare you to try to hush my song

My screams of freedom will flood the air

Of your children — centuries unborn

(pause)

Good morning,

I bring you greetings

From your fellow sisters, brothers and siblings in Christ

Of Body and Soul UChicago Campus Ministry,

At Augustana Lutheran Church,

Where we are committed