And now Congressman Lewis is walking towards the heavenly wind. My God has called him home!
I have to wonder if today could be my last all because of a white man with a gun and a badge. I can’t wear a hoodie over my face, it’s a mask. A mask that says SHOOT ME!! But you don’t even ask. You don’t ask about my background such as where I grew…
A full man
It was a Wednesday
(just after prayer meeting)
Fun times with “Dream Boogie” by Langston Hughes
COVID—19 That virus (deadly) Has ravished our world— An un-welcomed visitor Unholy– Stealing breath from the Beautiful Demanding Distance. Quarantine. Masks. Gloves. Death But You call our eyes (Lord) to embrace, to hold each other –up: Though our lips tremble, Wheat and Tares Pray Together– We will say of the LORD, “He is [our] refuge…
By Madeia Quiento Jacobs ON April 4th, 1968 I was 5 1/2. The only reason I remember this day is because I walked into our living room and Nana was seating on the arm of a chair crying. This is the first and maybe the only time I saw our mother cry. I said, ”…
There is also an ingredient of acknowledged grace running through my veins. It is the blood that keeps me moving-even in challenging times.
“Angels Cry.” Crying, I have come to learn is holy.
Holy moments are like bridges—this holy moment is my bridge into the who of Take 6.