It was Sunday afternoon. I was in Greenville, Texas sitting on the pulpit next to my Pastor, Dr. C.O. Preston. It was a Black History Program that we were in attendance for, and I was there to support him and the service.
It was this sermon, and this day in particular, that really stuck with me.
A few hours earlier, I sat and watched our church do a presentation for Black History Month as we were taken through history by greats like Frederick Douglas, Rosa Parks and Booker T. Washington. As I sat and heard hymns that I was not familiar with, heard stories I was not familiar with and listened to accounts that I knew nothing about, I realized how much I didn’t know about Black History.
Now, fast forward back to Greenville, Texas. Pastor Preston got up to preach. I began to take notes as he dealt with the text out of Deuteronomy 6, reminding us of God’s call to action not to forget what He has done, specifically speaking to the children of Israel as well as to us today.
What I took from the sermon was that everything I have now and everything I have been able to accomplish and experience was because of others who went before me. People who faced the very same things I faced as a kid, even from their own people. People who faced the worst kinds of atrocities and struggles.
They were not thinking of themselves. They were thinking about people like you and me.
Needless to say…they would say that I have no excuse. Yes, the road is tough, but nothing worth having is easy and nothing is owed to me nor you. And sometimes people will not see your value or worth, but, you walk in it anyway because it IS there!
What I thought of Black History month is growing and changing. What I know now is just not enough.
That changes now!