I did not believe in their concept of God. We went to the Church of God in Christ (COGIC), which was founded by a black man but just as conservative and misinformed as a White Church. Everyone seemed to be angry and hostile to me and that is how they described God. This deity would punish me for my thoughts but was still supposed to "Love" me! I told my mom about my doubts and she took the Churches side! She told me that I could not question God and my 8 year old mind question why I could not question God! So I was an outcast from the Church and it was actually my dad's people who ran the Church we attended. I have attended Church's since but there are some parts of it that make me feel like they are not about God. Like passing the offering plate or calling new people up to the altar! I have never felt comfortable with those types of rituals!
I remember when I finally made(?) communion. I was so glad that it was over! My Mother and I reduced our participation with the Episcopal church. I recall that we only went at Easter or when we had out-of-town guests and it was Sunday. It was a given that we were going to church when Grandma Willa or my sister Sonya came to visit. I no longer fidgited; I fell asleep. A 50 minute nap.
I know none of the Bible stories; none of the famous Bible quotes; I can no longer recite the 10 commandants. Take it or leave it.
I’ve come to serve and seek the wisdom of my African Ancestors. I’m confident that they won’t walk out on me. Tell Me Something Good!
I did not believe in their concept of God. We went to the Church of God in Christ (COGIC), which was founded by a black man but just as conservative and misinformed as a White Church. Everyone seemed to be angry and hostile to me and that is how they described God. This deity would punish me for my thoughts but was still supposed to "Love" me! I told my mom about my doubts and she took the Churches side! She told me that I could not question God and my 8 year old mind question why I could not question God! So I was an outcast from the Church and it was actually my dad's people who ran the Church we attended. I have attended Church's since but there are some parts of it that make me feel like they are not about God. Like passing the offering plate or calling new people up to the altar! I have never felt comfortable with those types of rituals!
I remember when I finally made(?) communion. I was so glad that it was over! My Mother and I reduced our participation with the Episcopal church. I recall that we only went at Easter or when we had out-of-town guests and it was Sunday. It was a given that we were going to church when Grandma Willa or my sister Sonya came to visit. I no longer fidgited; I fell asleep. A 50 minute nap.
I know none of the Bible stories; none of the famous Bible quotes; I can no longer recite the 10 commandants. Take it or leave it.
I’ve come to serve and seek the wisdom of my African Ancestors. I’m confident that they won’t walk out on me. Tell Me Something Good!
Asé
Peace & Blessings
”Guided by the Ancestors”