It’s always tough fighting discouragement about a city that, despite all the good news, perpetually seems to have an awful story brewing just under the surface. I want to believe in a rejuvenated Newark where I and others can raise families in confidence of the future.
With summer here, the crime rate has begun its cyclical climb. Sirens blare at night across the dark city and rumors circulate about brazen crimes committed in the light of day.
My wife and I attended the Bidder Sweets fund raiser at Trinity Reformed last week and listened to the stories shared by Danny Iverson and his fellow staff members. They told of the challenges in their work of reaching at-risk youth in what Jonah Gensler from the ICC called the “forgotten” Ironbound. But the rewards of seeing a life turned from darkness are just so worthwhile that they continue on.
It struck me that we’re all really on the same journey to this Destination Newark: a place we all dare to hope in even when our friends and families insist that we’re crazy. We long for healing communities and a redeemed city, but we’re not there yet. There’s still much work to do.