I spit on Jesus before, just like those who hated and crucified Him more than 2,000 years ago. I didn’t understand who He was and the fact that He came to earth to die for the sins of humanity. Today I, like millions of others around the world, celebrate Jesus Christ’s journey to the cross on Calvary. I celebrate Him today, not just because He was willing to die but that He showed His power over death by being resurrected after three days in the grave. This is the savior, my savior, that I celebrate after rejecting for so many years. Listen to the following poem that tells of my journey.
Power to the People
Musings of a (Recovering) Strong Black Woman
I remember the struggle you and your sister endured seeking “truth” where it was not to be found.
I remember reassuring your mother that with prayer we could and would cover the two of you as you ventured out, away from the church, to learn, WHAT?
I remember celebrating your return after being guided by His light, refreshed by His grace, and anointed by His calling.
The wilderness journey among the lost was over only to begin again being led by Him.
Power to the people, impossible when all power is in His hands. I learned just as you did.. “It all comes back to Jesus”.
Peace and love my sister. Allow His gift to you to continue to bless, strengthen, inform, and encourage others.
Love,
Aunt Denise
Aunt Denise,
Thank you soooooooooooooo much!