This new project will be a greater revelation of the Father’s love and passion for us, His beloved, but it won’t be in the typical fashion that has been bound by the four walls of the church. Instead, it will be reaching out, with arms of love in these character’s day-to-day journeys
I remember the time I was stirred from my sleep by the sound and sight of a young Black man being chased by a mob of white male students while being called the N-word, and the entire year when bricks were thrown through Black students’ apartment windows. There’s even the time when a brick was thrown through the window when I was working as a crisis hotline counselor because I would not support KKK propaganda while taking a hotline call. I lived in fear as a student there.
I. Can. Not. Breath.Because your knee is on my neck.And your heel is on my back.And the more I try to break free and be great,You stump me down and tell me I’m still a slave.Yes 200 years have went by and we had a black man in office but that was just a pity… Continue reading For George (Poem)