When I was in college I had the
opportunity to write for a publication I was excited to contribute to. Having
the opportunity to write for the publication was nice for a season, but I
noticed that whenever I offered additional contributions, even when asked, the
editor at the time either ignored or dismissed my suggestions. The editor and I
were acquainted, as we were both students at the same school. We also had a
number of mutual friends in common. So when I met him, naturally I
perceived he was a nice guy. It took awhile for me
to discover he was rude and unprogressive in his approach to the voices of
other writers, and beliefs and opinions that differed from his. Although I
didn’t notice this about him on sight, I was reminded that people usually
reveal themselves and their true character if you pay attention long enough. When
he suggested I write what he thought would be best, I complied, even though the writing
topics weren’t great or truly reflective of my voice and the kind of
stories I wanted to tell. On one occasion, without my permission, one of my
pieces was edited and had a changed title that falsely portrayed what I
intended it to be. But I never addressed it. I kept my mouth shut and played
the game. I wanted approval and acceptance so I could write for the
publication. I’d seen the editor in passing on different occasions and noticed
how cold and indifferent he was towards me. What was especially disappointing
was that he was a fellow Christian that a lot of people seemed to like and
respect, yet his character contradicted that. Did I do or say something that upset him? I thought. I couldn’t
think of one thing I said or did that made him treat me as he did. And I didn’t
think things were personal, until I saw other people writing about things
similar to ideas I’d originally presented. I was frustrated and disappointed
about the ordeal, and remember venting about the situation to one of my girlfriends.
As she listened to me go on and on, she said “You can still write the story you
want.” At the time, I heard her but I wasn’t listening. I wallowed in a mini pity party, thought about how dismissive the editor was, and let my stories and ideas collect dust. To me, the
opportunity to write for that specific publication seemed huge. Since my ideas
were being turned away, maybe I wasn’t a good writer…or so I thought. It took me
five months to understand what my friend had been trying to relay to me about
writing the story I wanted to write. Because five months after her and I spoke
about the situation, and during what had been a very discouraging and
transitional season in my life, I decided to create this very blog you’re
reading, Making Waves. I’m writing
the kind of stories I want to tell, addressing different things happening in Christian and non-Christian communities, continuing to find my voice, and not
stifled by a culture or an editor on a power trip. During my senior year of
college I really struggled with rejection whether it was trying to get my foot
in the door with the publication I mentioned above, or any career opportunities involving writing, and it never hit me until much later that I could
create my own opportunities. And so
can you. Especially if you’re in a non-traditional, creative kind of field. You
have to understand and know that you have everything you need inside you to
build something incredible from the ground up. Don’t be afraid to create your
own opportunities. No one can do what you do exactly the way you do it. What
are you waiting for? And a final word to any and all unprogressive Christians…
understand if you want to be a believer that changes the world, doing so will
require a willingness to connect, learn from, and surround yourself with others
who don’t look like you, think like you, vote like you, and have opinions that
challenge and differ from your own. If you only limit yourself to those who are
just like you, then your world will remain significantly small and it’s likely
that you’ll have little growth or impact with whatever it is you’re building. A
perfect example of someone I believe has mastered this well is gospel recording
artist, Kirk Franklin. When Kirk Franklin came on the scene, he was a Christian
doing collaborations and productions with secular artists. A lot of believers
called him fleshly and weren’t on board with what he was doing, but what he did
with gospel music and taking it mainstream, paved the way for others to do the
same, and he completely changed the gospel music game. Be a believer that’s
intentional about being a change agent that connects with people outside of
what’s familiar to you. It’s worth it.
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...