If I am honest, my opening to this has been colored by a number of things. Namely, my own blackness. In white spaces, I think too much for “the colored” people. I think of us *as* coloured people. I do too much in my mind to correct for what I think is the bias of other races while altogether realizing it is my own bias at fault here. I am not here removing the external biases that do exist, yet I am stating the fact that it is hard enough to live while black without adding the over-correction (or over-calculation) that I feel the need to do because of my race.
It matters not what I want to do. What’s utterly important is what God IS doing. And trust me… I STILL have a laundry list of ‘I-don’t-wannas…’, but that doesn’t stop God from moving and it doesn’t stop me from serving.
Today’s church has a need for placement whereas today’s world has a need for access. We limit access when all who are welcomed are not called and all who are called are not welcomed. In God’s great scheme of things, what’s the difference? What’s most important?
I am here. FInally. Finally, in a place, I’ve always wanted to be.
Finally, in a place, I’ve longed for over many years. Finally. I am Here. Where God called me to be.
Sometimes, prayer is a very destitute place. You’re alone in prayer. It’s just you and your Jesus, so you have to get to a place where you find comfort in communication with Jesus.