Mary, really, I’m not self reflective like you are. I couldn’t remember a teacher from High School (maybe if I looked in a yearbook). You are always striving and I’m content just being.
Both ways (striving and content) are good! Just different ways of being I seem to remember things/people/events like my dad does. His memory is incredible-so filled with details.
When we moved to our new town, one of the first things we did was seek a church home. Churches are plentiful in this rural community. You have the Methodist Church, the Baptist, the Presbyterian, the Episcopalian, and the Catholic. All full of light-skinned people. Then you have the multitude of Black churches.
We did what we humans do--we tried the churches that people “like us” attend. We weren’t happy, but we stayed because that’s just how things are here in Mississippi.
Then the pandemic hit, and at the end of 2020 hardly any churches had their doors open. Except for our friend Reggie’s. We’d met Reggie around town and knew he pastored a historically Black church. He was 100% real and knew the Bible, so we said to hell with “the way things are done” and visited his church. We joined later that year and have been members for nearly two years now.
Mary, really, I’m not self reflective like you are. I couldn’t remember a teacher from High School (maybe if I looked in a yearbook). You are always striving and I’m content just being.
Both ways (striving and content) are good! Just different ways of being I seem to remember things/people/events like my dad does. His memory is incredible-so filled with details.
By the way--I really loved this story, Mary.
A recent event:
When we moved to our new town, one of the first things we did was seek a church home. Churches are plentiful in this rural community. You have the Methodist Church, the Baptist, the Presbyterian, the Episcopalian, and the Catholic. All full of light-skinned people. Then you have the multitude of Black churches.
We did what we humans do--we tried the churches that people “like us” attend. We weren’t happy, but we stayed because that’s just how things are here in Mississippi.
Then the pandemic hit, and at the end of 2020 hardly any churches had their doors open. Except for our friend Reggie’s. We’d met Reggie around town and knew he pastored a historically Black church. He was 100% real and knew the Bible, so we said to hell with “the way things are done” and visited his church. We joined later that year and have been members for nearly two years now.