I yearn for certainty. People who are waiting for something know the ache of ambivalence. We are laden within a cloud, waiting for the pressure that will drag us out of the ether and onto the earth, ready to splash ourselves into the world.
Prophetic voices prescript acknowledgement and repentance of sin on both an individual and communal dimension. When we are cloistered in the relative security of our lives, prophetic voices drag us out of our havens so we can look at the walls and remember the slaves who built them, the exploited land upon which the foundations sit. Wherever we experience tension that won't leave us, wherever we encounter words that won't let us settle, there we will find the people speaking prophetically to our time and place.