I began this morning unsure where the coming days would lead me and how they would change and inspire me. Here, under a bridge in Selma, Alabama I lost my voice when three women smiled to greet me. I smiled back, began to cry, apologized and told them that I'd just been humbled. I know now that I am here to strip away the veneer, to humble myself to a community that has always offered me LOVE. If life is about letting go, then this is where my newest phase begins. I cannot change the past, so I'm here to learn graces the heart has long hidden: humility, forgiveness, and selflesss compassion. If you're interested in viewing a more complete album select the link below.
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North Garland Baptist Fellowship
ReplyDeleteThanks, but First Baptist Montgomery is home and has been for two years. It’s unorthodox, but I found the Lord on Ridley St, I’ve been walloped by the Holy Spirit a few times there, and when I came back to give myself to Christ it was because of the many miracles that have graced me since. Honestly, no fewer that 15 people tried to keep me from going back, and on the Friday afternoon as I was just outside of Meridian and headed to Pastor Morris something grabbed my steering wheel and sent me careening into a 20 ditch at 75 mph between 20 East and West. Somehow my Jeep drove straight in the ditch, lost no speed, and as I was about to crash into a berm of clay and grass it started climbing until it couldn’t. As the Jeep started to roll over something picked up the Jeep and set me back on 20 East without a scratch or a dent. I know who the evil person was who tried to wreck me and my life, but nothing can keep us from our destiny. When Pastor Morris saw me I told him everything and he asked that I tell the congregation. I found First Baptist in a literal Tropical storm that never rained on me and when I was led through the kitchen to meet the pastor, mayor, and the Buller’s I had no idea what I was doing but seeking a place of sanctuary. It was among those pews that I first felt th hand of Christ and the voice of God welcoming me home. Only the Holy Spirit asked why it too so long? I plead ignorance and stubbornness. Pastor saw this, he didn’t guide me, rather he let me find my way and for over three hours on a Tuesday night he watched me surrender. If nothing else, I knew I’d come home and that I’d always belonged to Brick -A-Day. As I told of the journey back snd the ways the Lord restored my life I could barely speak. Crying, I looked at Pastor and my true brothers and sisters and said “all I’ve ever wanted was one place to call home and was welcomed home by all. I’m a grateful man to have found a home I always thought would elude me.
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