The Great Reversal Has Arrived

When I tried to become a Christian at forty years of age, I was asked to leave the Christian church at McKenzie Bridge by a man who I thought was my friend, who said this;

“As a Christian, I am bid to love you. But, that doesn’t mean I have to like you.”

I had suggested to him a week earlier that the grove of trees next to the church would be a wonderful place for folks up river to hear the Inspiration Gospel Choir that my childhood friend, Marilyn, sang in. What a look I got, that told me the old peckerwoods in the logging industry won’t like black folks singing in their trees.

A few weeks later I Baptize myself in the McKenzie River, after write on a piece of paper “I am a Nazarite’. A week later, I find ‘My People’ in South Africa. I sent them…