Today is the ten-year anniversary of our first post on Radical Discipleship. It’s been a whole decade of platforming expressions of Christian faith committed to breaking rank with supremacy of every form.

When we started, folks were still marching in Ferguson, in the aftermath of the murder of Michael Brown.

Since then, we’ve become unstitched. Which is another way to say we are getting free.

The cover has come off.

We are staying awake.

We are bearing witness.

We are seeing the string of supremacist violence unraveling from the racial capitalist core called America.

We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, threaded together by a Love supreme, connecting us in full solidarity with the dignified who are demonized and the crucified who have been resurrected in

Ferguson.
Flint.
Charleston.
Standing Rock.
Pine Ridge.
Puerto Rico.
Rikers.
Detroit.
Jackson.
Charlottesville.
Uvalde.
The West Bank.
East Palestine.
Guantanamo.
Gaza.

Here’s to another decade of digging deeper into this ancient tradition, reclaiming what the colonizers have counterfeited, going back to Babel where we learn that life is not about making a name for ourselves, going back to Egypt so we can hear the cries of the enslaved and exploited, going back to Golgotha so we can see what empire does to those who tell the truth, going back to Emmaus where our hearts burn for that day when, as the Irish poet wrote, the longed-for tidal wave of justice can rise up, and hope and history rhyme.