11/10/2025 - The Spiritual and Power

I finally went to church. Black church, not dark church but black church as the skin. All due to a desire to learn about him, that whom has been calling my door since that day back in 2015.

Very powerful service. "I can feel your pain and hear your deepest meditations"; these folks have gone through too much pain. I can feel the pain, the need to find refuge in the hands of God. A man, a woman doesn't need to be at the edge of the end to search what they are thirsty for; compassion and care. Black folks have suffered enough in a world that not only has turn their back a them but turned against them. And yet there they were there, singing, praising, dancing, running. Alive.

I couldn't help but think of Nina Simone, a black singer who the world had abandoned multiple times, adn as a last reach for help, she could only turn to God. ("Sinnerman"). Grateful for emotions from whom He is worthy, admiration and praise. I see his svereign presence in them. Rhythm in their blood; that rhythm that they give the most, rejoicing together with a common wound. Of what I'm also a victim.

I did notice something though... A lady in the altar tried twisting the words on "giving to the church" vs "giving to God", They'd speak on His behalf about money when he was never about that. I understand donations are necessary to keep the church alive. But such way of asking did not taste well. However, it seems that at last. Some of those funds go to those in need.

But I can't lie. I do love that sense of commnunity and belonging. They do give back to brother and sisters. And realized my guard was not needed as much as I thought.

A few scathered thoughts during the congregation that I wrote about.