The oldest and most essential expression
of our vigil ministry is holding
Community Vigils
alongside surviving loved ones of homicide victims.
These community vigils—often held at the site of homicide--
offer an opportunity to mourn together in community,
to acknowledge the dignity and worth of the victim,
and to acknowledge the traumatic loss experienced by victims’ loved ones.
One mother of a slain child said that the vigil was “like a period at the end of a sentence.”
Another remarked that “a dark weight was lifted during my son’s vigil. There was a special love."
It brought relief to know that others cared about them and did not judge them or her son.
“George’s vigil was like a prayer that goes down in your soul,” she said.
For more information, or to hold a vigil to honor your loved one,
please contact Rev. Annette Love, our Community Minister.
of our vigil ministry is holding
Community Vigils
alongside surviving loved ones of homicide victims.
These community vigils—often held at the site of homicide--
offer an opportunity to mourn together in community,
to acknowledge the dignity and worth of the victim,
and to acknowledge the traumatic loss experienced by victims’ loved ones.
One mother of a slain child said that the vigil was “like a period at the end of a sentence.”
Another remarked that “a dark weight was lifted during my son’s vigil. There was a special love."
It brought relief to know that others cared about them and did not judge them or her son.
“George’s vigil was like a prayer that goes down in your soul,” she said.
For more information, or to hold a vigil to honor your loved one,
please contact Rev. Annette Love, our Community Minister.
Reflections on Vigil Ministry
from the Loving Mother of Randolph James
Greetings from Brenda James, mother of Randolph James
Giving all the honor and glory to our LORD Jesus Christ who is my Savior, holder of my Soul and guide of my pathways.
I also want to take this unique opportunity to thank The Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham for all the support through the organization and personal they still extend to me.
The Religious Coalition is not just a name but it’s a force. They entered my life in August 2007, when my son Randolph James was murdered for falling for a young woman in the wrong territory as they call it. He was my youngest child at twenty-five years old at the time.
I had never heard of The Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham and surely didn’t want to meet them at a time like that. A friend, Gwyn Silvers talked me into going to a meeting and my life changed from that point on.
When I walked in I could feel the love and acceptance in that room. The people came to you and extended their welcome, friendship, ear to listen and their condolences.
I had never heard of a vigil so I didn’t know what to expect. The vigil was so spiritual and calming including all that wanted to take part was welcome. It gave me an outlet to say to my darling Randolph things I had not chance to say. In doing so, I felt for the first time that I turned him loose and let him take his place with Jesus. Even though it was many tears my heart felt lighter than before the murder. Oh, what a gift of Love that can never be repaid.
When I think of the Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham I think of Love, Acceptance, being there in a time of need, tireless work, help for the helpless, non-judgment, passionate in their quest to help those who need it. I feel God gave me a new family that was right for me and I thank Him. Bless You All. Thank you.
Brenda James
2008
Giving all the honor and glory to our LORD Jesus Christ who is my Savior, holder of my Soul and guide of my pathways.
I also want to take this unique opportunity to thank The Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham for all the support through the organization and personal they still extend to me.
The Religious Coalition is not just a name but it’s a force. They entered my life in August 2007, when my son Randolph James was murdered for falling for a young woman in the wrong territory as they call it. He was my youngest child at twenty-five years old at the time.
I had never heard of The Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham and surely didn’t want to meet them at a time like that. A friend, Gwyn Silvers talked me into going to a meeting and my life changed from that point on.
When I walked in I could feel the love and acceptance in that room. The people came to you and extended their welcome, friendship, ear to listen and their condolences.
I had never heard of a vigil so I didn’t know what to expect. The vigil was so spiritual and calming including all that wanted to take part was welcome. It gave me an outlet to say to my darling Randolph things I had not chance to say. In doing so, I felt for the first time that I turned him loose and let him take his place with Jesus. Even though it was many tears my heart felt lighter than before the murder. Oh, what a gift of Love that can never be repaid.
When I think of the Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham I think of Love, Acceptance, being there in a time of need, tireless work, help for the helpless, non-judgment, passionate in their quest to help those who need it. I feel God gave me a new family that was right for me and I thank Him. Bless You All. Thank you.
Brenda James
2008
Letter in Honor of a Beloved Son
from the Loving Mother of Kareem Fowler
A Letter from Glenda Fowler in honor of her son Kareem Fowler
Hi. My name is Glenda Fowler, the mother of Kareem Fowler who was murdered April16, 2010 folowing his 33rd birthday. Unless this has happened to you then you can’t imagine the impact this has had on my life, Kareem’s family and his two children.
He was a wonderful son, father, grandson, nephew, cousin, and friend. Kareem was also a scholar at Strayer University. Kareem was not here to receive his degree so they presented it to me posthumously and named a place in their library in his honor. I donated his books for students in need. What an honor!
During my time of grieving, and it still continues even today, I met a wonderful woman, Marcia Owen, director of the Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham. She and the organization have been a blessing to me – crying with me and being with me during the court meetings and trial. Her love and all those in the coalition’s love is just outstanding.
Just recently she joined me to honor my son’s birthday on 4/2/13 with a very personal gesture that I would have done alone. But as busy as she is she insisted that she go with me so I wouldn’t be alone. I put red silk flowers in the ground where my son was shot to death 5 times.
Marcia has become a significant person in my life. Just her phone calls and “I love you, Honey,” concern for my grandchildren and family is outstanding. This organization not only nurtures me but hundreds of others in the Durham Community as witnessed at the first Annual Vigil I attended in February. The people were loving and compassionate toward those of us who have lost loved ones to violence. I am so happy that this organization has taken me and my family under their wings and continue to encourage us and most of all Love and show Love.
What a great organization! I’d love to write more but this is just a short view of their good deeds.
Sincerely,
Glenda T. Fowler
April 9, 2013
Hi. My name is Glenda Fowler, the mother of Kareem Fowler who was murdered April16, 2010 folowing his 33rd birthday. Unless this has happened to you then you can’t imagine the impact this has had on my life, Kareem’s family and his two children.
He was a wonderful son, father, grandson, nephew, cousin, and friend. Kareem was also a scholar at Strayer University. Kareem was not here to receive his degree so they presented it to me posthumously and named a place in their library in his honor. I donated his books for students in need. What an honor!
During my time of grieving, and it still continues even today, I met a wonderful woman, Marcia Owen, director of the Religious Coalition for a Nonviolent Durham. She and the organization have been a blessing to me – crying with me and being with me during the court meetings and trial. Her love and all those in the coalition’s love is just outstanding.
Just recently she joined me to honor my son’s birthday on 4/2/13 with a very personal gesture that I would have done alone. But as busy as she is she insisted that she go with me so I wouldn’t be alone. I put red silk flowers in the ground where my son was shot to death 5 times.
Marcia has become a significant person in my life. Just her phone calls and “I love you, Honey,” concern for my grandchildren and family is outstanding. This organization not only nurtures me but hundreds of others in the Durham Community as witnessed at the first Annual Vigil I attended in February. The people were loving and compassionate toward those of us who have lost loved ones to violence. I am so happy that this organization has taken me and my family under their wings and continue to encourage us and most of all Love and show Love.
What a great organization! I’d love to write more but this is just a short view of their good deeds.
Sincerely,
Glenda T. Fowler
April 9, 2013
Reflections on Psalm 139
in Remembrance of George Perry
Reflections on Psalm 139 for homicide victim George Perry
George Rashan Perry’s life was remembered by family and friends in a funeral service last week. But today we come from all over Durham to mourn together as a city. I can only imagine that George and I led different lives here in North Carolina. I never knew him and I have no reason to be here today except that we are citizens of the same city and ultimately I think, brother and sister in the same kingdom. You see, the Psalmist tells us that George and I both–all of us really–have been wonderfully and fearfully made by a God we cannot escape. By a God for whom night is as bright as the day. And though we might like to hide under the cover of darkness, though we might like to live in the night, our God desires for us to live in the light.
Whatever we might say about the person who took George’s life, we can say with certainty that he is living in the night, he is in the dark. In those early morning hours, he did not remember that God patiently knit George together in his mother’s womb. In those early morning hours, he did not know that God had lovingly touched even his face. But Psalm 139 pulls us out of a world that pushes God’s presence to the side. We are reminded that God’s hand has touched our face and every other person’s. We are reminded that if we make our bed in Sheol, if we go to the deepest, darkest place, God is there. We are reminded that God desires to be with us, in our midst, not watching us be against one another. God does not desire the lives of black men or white women or Arab children or anyone else’s life for that matter, to be taken violently. These deaths are human work done under the cover of night. This violence does not represent the care with which we are created or the steadfastness with which we are loved. But today we remember that that our God turns the darkness of violence into the light of peace. And we are invited to step into that light by remembering that George, and you and I and all people are wonderfully and fearfully made by a God whose love has no end.
Almighty God, fountain of all mercy and giver of all comfort,
deal graciously, we pray with our humble city.
We offer prayers today especially for George Perry’s family and friends, those who knew and loved him best. Empty, and lost, and sad, we pray that they turn to one another and turn to you.
We also pray earnestly today for the person who took George’s life. We pray that he might recognize that he too has been named child of God. We pray that he seeks reconciliation with George’s family and this community and that we are able to receive him in a spirit of mercy.
We recognize that George’s life extended beyond the scope of people he knew, that his absence in this world affects our entire city. We are less whole now that he is gone. We ask that you fill our brokenness not with hate and apathy but with spirit and with peace. Help us bring your reign of peace through our works of justice and righteousness.
We pray that this park is never again a scene of violence. Hasn’t enough blood been spilled in this city, O lord? We have proven that we can hurt one another, we know that we can snuff out a life…but do we know the care with which you created us? Do we know the delicate wonders of our own bodies? Do we know the one who makes darkness into light?
Remind us O God that we have been claimed by you, a God we cannot escape, who when we come to the end is still there.
Open our hearts to the movement of your spirit
Open our ears to the cries of our brothers and sisters
Open us to act with justice and compassion in Durham and around the world.
Amen.
This sermon and prayer below was spoken February 5, 2005, at Longmeadow Park by Reverend Carla Gregg, who was a Duke Divinity student and intern with RCND.
George Rashan Perry’s life was remembered by family and friends in a funeral service last week. But today we come from all over Durham to mourn together as a city. I can only imagine that George and I led different lives here in North Carolina. I never knew him and I have no reason to be here today except that we are citizens of the same city and ultimately I think, brother and sister in the same kingdom. You see, the Psalmist tells us that George and I both–all of us really–have been wonderfully and fearfully made by a God we cannot escape. By a God for whom night is as bright as the day. And though we might like to hide under the cover of darkness, though we might like to live in the night, our God desires for us to live in the light.
Whatever we might say about the person who took George’s life, we can say with certainty that he is living in the night, he is in the dark. In those early morning hours, he did not remember that God patiently knit George together in his mother’s womb. In those early morning hours, he did not know that God had lovingly touched even his face. But Psalm 139 pulls us out of a world that pushes God’s presence to the side. We are reminded that God’s hand has touched our face and every other person’s. We are reminded that if we make our bed in Sheol, if we go to the deepest, darkest place, God is there. We are reminded that God desires to be with us, in our midst, not watching us be against one another. God does not desire the lives of black men or white women or Arab children or anyone else’s life for that matter, to be taken violently. These deaths are human work done under the cover of night. This violence does not represent the care with which we are created or the steadfastness with which we are loved. But today we remember that that our God turns the darkness of violence into the light of peace. And we are invited to step into that light by remembering that George, and you and I and all people are wonderfully and fearfully made by a God whose love has no end.
Almighty God, fountain of all mercy and giver of all comfort,
deal graciously, we pray with our humble city.
We offer prayers today especially for George Perry’s family and friends, those who knew and loved him best. Empty, and lost, and sad, we pray that they turn to one another and turn to you.
We also pray earnestly today for the person who took George’s life. We pray that he might recognize that he too has been named child of God. We pray that he seeks reconciliation with George’s family and this community and that we are able to receive him in a spirit of mercy.
We recognize that George’s life extended beyond the scope of people he knew, that his absence in this world affects our entire city. We are less whole now that he is gone. We ask that you fill our brokenness not with hate and apathy but with spirit and with peace. Help us bring your reign of peace through our works of justice and righteousness.
We pray that this park is never again a scene of violence. Hasn’t enough blood been spilled in this city, O lord? We have proven that we can hurt one another, we know that we can snuff out a life…but do we know the care with which you created us? Do we know the delicate wonders of our own bodies? Do we know the one who makes darkness into light?
Remind us O God that we have been claimed by you, a God we cannot escape, who when we come to the end is still there.
Open our hearts to the movement of your spirit
Open our ears to the cries of our brothers and sisters
Open us to act with justice and compassion in Durham and around the world.
Amen.
This sermon and prayer below was spoken February 5, 2005, at Longmeadow Park by Reverend Carla Gregg, who was a Duke Divinity student and intern with RCND.