I grew up in Flint. Most of my remembered life was spent on the East Side. I am sure that we lived all over that city. But I can only remember the East Side. I remember a house on Leith Street. I remember walking to school. I remember trailer parks. I remember being mugged on the school bus. It’s the city that taught me how to survive. it’s where I learned to take a punch. It’s the place I ran from and swore I’d never return.
And it’s the place I am now walking towards.
After a season of prayer, after a season of wandering, after a season of waiting, Angie and I have made a decision. We are planting a church in Flint Michigan. Flint. One of the most violent cities in America. Flint, a city where you can’t even drink the water for fear of it’s safety. And this is where we are going to make our home.
Our house is sold. We have a house in Flint town. And we are going to make a run at bringing hope to one of the most broken cities in America. And honestly… we couldn’t be more excited. More to follow.