It’s still Black History Month, right? Ok…just checking. Black History Month is one of my favorite months of the year. Growing up, we would always do the wax museum in school and learn about heroes like Garrett A. Morgan, Madam C.J. Walker, W.E.B. Dubois, and so many others. Movies like Our Friend Martin had me thinking I could time travel. We participated in Black History plays surrounding Rosa Parks, Ruby Bridges, Little Rock Nine and other pivotal moments. We memorized portions of Dr. King’s speech and poems by Langston Hughes. We learned Negro Spirituals in choir and the significance of the Underground…
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Growing up, I was definitely a weird kid. When I was 10 years old, I collected hotel key cards. I would lock my door like it was a hotel room and use the hotel key card to slide it through the door cracks and unlock my room. Weird. When I was seven years old, I told my mom that I wanted a baby. I tried to convince her that I could take care of the baby. I would feed it and wash it daily. I thought babies came from the grocery store. I thought there was some glass room with…
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Me: Lord, if you just get me out of this situation with no consequences, I promise that I will never do this again. I will get in my word every day and work aggressively to stay on the straight and narrow. Also me: Does exactly what I told the Lord I was going to never do again. I want to take a different approach to this tee. When I first purchased it, sure I thought it was funny and I saw it from a perspective that I, as a believer, must be confident in the fact that because my God is…