My Journey to FaithMy own journey to faith has been a long complex one.More Like This
Like most African Americans of the 30's, my parents were raised in the church, but neither
of them were really Christians. Furthermore my dad had a bitter experience in church when he
was young that forever soured him to religion and he had absolutely no interest in it.
Mom believed in God and enjoyed watching Robert Schuller's on TV, but her belief in God was mixed
with a hodgepodge of other things, including reincarnation. She was also a firm believer in 'to each his own.'
She thought that all paths led to God and that as long as one led a good life that was enough.
Despite this, God had His hand on me, because from the time I was little I instinctively sought Him.
Very early on I had a deep curiosity and hunger for spiritual things. I loved Bible stories and was
very curious about God. On the few occasions my mom or some other relative took me to visit a church
or Sunday school, I always felt a strange yearning. I wanted something
Until ThenOne day I'll be that spark.More Like This
That one feel that'll never fade.
That essence which brings a soul back.
That one reason to put a smile upon that face.
That one person who makes ye heart flutter.
A slow dream caste out.
Until then, a dime light is all that's shown.
A very small speck in that universe.
An image so far from home.
Fading glory in a dying world.