Grit Calls Out to Grit



When I was little, my daddy was friends with a street minister. If you were homesick, Brother Richard would pray healing over you in a phone call, and you almost always went to school the next day. My daddy used to say that he could see the Holy Spirit shining on Brother Richard, that when he was outside he would notice the gleam on his forehead and assume it was from the sun, but when Brother Richard would step inside he would keep on shining. Like Moses coming down from that mountain, the close encounters with God were literally radiating from Brother Richard. You could see the anointing.

I don’t know that I ever really believed in the shine of the Spirit, until I met Bree Newsome. The woman literally shines. Last month I was at a Christian festival with an emphasis on arts and justice, and somehow, someway, they got Bree Newsome and her accomplice James Tyson to come speak to us about taking down the Confederate flag in Charleston, South Carolina. She told us about the reconnaissance missions and the team of people behind her. She told us about the moment she knew this was hers to do.

But mostly, she told us why. Why would a black woman scale a flagpole in the heart of Dixie to take down those “beloved” stars and bars? What would possess someone to shout Bible verses from a flagpole as she scaled it in front of police who would  arrest her once she made her way down? I mean, they were just going to put the flag right back up, so what was the point really?

The point was that the state flew a symbol of hate and it was time to do something about it. The point was pointing out the state-sanctioned white supremacy running rampant in our culture. The point was that God told her to, so she did.

God told her to, and she did it. Talk about grit.

I am not a daughter of the south by blood, but I moved down here ten years ago and I’ve flourished in this rich soil. I y’all with abandon and make a mean macaroni. I love how everything from streets to goats and even children get named Eula Mae. I like knowing my neighbors by their first names, but how we add Miss or Mister to the beginning as a sign of respect. I wasn’t born here, but the south has worked its way into my blood.

And so have the problems of the American South found their way into my blood. Even the silent parts of the south, the ways we avoid discussing certain topics in mixed company, like race or gender. The way we pretend we don’t see, or how we declare something “none of my business.”

I had declared the Confederate flag none of my business.

I’m just a Yankee transplant; what do I know about that thing anyway? I knew it freaked me out a little, but I didn’t think I had a place to say whether or not it should come down.

But then I shook hands with the woman who tore hate from the sky, and I knew that I didn’t have a choice. I knew that I would have to take a stand. If a woman can risk her life, and go to jail, if she can prophesy as she climbs up a flagpole, then surely I can take a stand in my own community. Surely I can speak up about injustice to my colleagues and loved ones and city officials. The grit she embodied called out to the grit in me. Racial reconciliation work won’t be easy, but it must be done. And I must do my part. The confederate flag will not wave silently while I am around it.

Later on, as I saw Bree speak from the big stage, I realized why her name wasn’t on the schedule. Her session was announced just hours before where she would be, because it is no longer safe for her to be in public. The death threats she and James Tyson are receiving are real and it is best that she doesn’t announce ahead of time where she will be.

I don’t know that I have the grit yet to scale a flagpole, but I do have the grit to fulfill what the Lord is calling me to do.

Every morning and every evening I pray for Bree Newsome, for a hedge of protection, that the Spirit will continue to protect and fill her. Every morning and every evening I pray for the hearts of her enemies to turn toward our God. I pray for other activists like her, who are risking their lives to protest and speak out against oppression, that the Spirit will protect them and that we will hear them. And I pray for my heart and the hearts of people around me, that we learn to tear down white supremacy in our midst.

Grit calls out to grit, and I can feel it pulling us all toward freedom.

Abby Norman
Abby Norman lives, and loves in the city of Atlanta. She lives with her two hilarious children and a husband that doubles as her biggest fan. When not mothering, teaching, parenting or “wifeing”, she blogs at Abby loves to make up words and is excited by the idea that Miriam Webster says you can verb things.
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  • Yes! Oh man Abby, a clarion call for all of us. The grit YOU regualary embody in your beautiful, bold, provocative, challenging writing calls out to the grit in me. Thank you for telling us more about Bree and reminding us that just because it’s a slow news day, it’s no excuse to stop caring.

    • Abby Norman

      Seriously! This is every single day work. That needs grit, the every day work.

  • Gosh, I wish I’d written that line ‘the woman who tore hate from the sky’.

    I think I’ve got the grit to scale a flagpole, but definitely not the strength… bummer!

    I love what you’ve expressed here, Abby, and I love that all of us draw from all of the rest of us the grit we need to do amazing feats of courage in the name of the King of all kings… thanks for bringing Bree back into our thoughts again… that’s one woman I would absolutely love to meet and have a conversation with.

    • Abby Norman

      She is incredible. She pulls no punches about the fact that racial reconcilliation is the Lord’s work.

    • Saskia Wishart

      Yes that line hit me too Bev! Perfect and true and deep. This whole piece is full of Grit Abby.

  • “The grit to fulfill what the Lord is calling me to do.”
    Purposeful and powerful commitments to pray as you are doing will move us in the right direction. May we hear His voice, and then obey.

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  • Donna-Jean Brown

    Fascinating back-story to what we saw on the news. Thank you for this inspiration, Abby.

    • Abby Norman

      You are welcome! I have been learning so much.

  • Having the grit to do what God has called us to is all the grit we need! No more, no less. And I think you’re right that “grit calls out to grit” — I see it many ways. Being near folks who possess certain traits almost always calls the same out of me, from the deep recesses I didn’t know I possessed. I’ve been know to attend conferences year after year not because I’ll learn something new but because it will reinvigorate something I’ve let fall dormant. Press on!

    • Abby Norman

      Having brave friends makes me brave. I think it is what I love about this community so much.

  • “But then I shook hands with the woman who tore hate from the sky, and I knew that I didn’t have a choice.” WHOA. So good.

  • Love this. Well said. I’ve been following Bree on Twitter since she took the flag down and I’m awed by her too!

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