A Love Letter to the Black Church
Before I had an awareness of the God of the Bible, your presence and rhythm provided a comfort and familiarity that resembled home. You provided shelter, safety, and became a shield from harsh realities I was too young to understand. You eventually became a consistent pillar of stability which would eventually become a necessary contribution to my foundation and formation. Our journey has not been void of challenges and complications. I have seen joy come with the morning after nights of weeping and lament through seasons of deep disappointment within your walls. And still, I cannot deny your profound impact, not just in the annals of this nation and across the world, but on the South side blocks of Chicago where our story began. The fluidity of our introduction can’t be limited to the first time I was carried inside your sanctuary. In fact, my mind wasn’t developed enough to hold and allow me to recall when I first laid eyes on you. Maybe it was the COGIC church my mother ...