Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. -Betty Smith
If I were to write a book…
It would be whimsical. Oh, sure, I could write pages of despair, heartbreak, and the like, but what truth would come of the condemning cages of darkness when there is so much light around?
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Every day is a NEW beginning, take a deep breath and START AGAIN.
What upsets me about going to a majority white, male, conservative Baptist seminary is the idea that I am carrying the weight of a whole gender and race on my back. I try not to address it but I have different experiences as a black woman that allow me to understand God almost completely opposite than my white male counterparts.
I mentioned before that I’m writing a paper on Black Liberation Theology and I’m learning so much about my race and the advancement of my people. I never quite understood Jesus, and when I finally became a Christian, I never saw God truly in favor of me. I would see whites, who did a lot less than me go a lot further than me , make more money than me and dress a whole lot better than me and honestly I was envious. I didn’t understand why they could “make it” and I couldn’t. I have worked so hard not to be categorized as another black girl but nothing I did worked. I would pray for God to allow me the privilege they had. Also, that I could stop being judged my the color of my skin and for others to stop be surprised at my ability to write well, speak well and hold a meaningful conversation. I prayed for that until I stopped trying to be a white Christian and be true to my history and my experience.