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Is This What Freedom Feels Like

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2 Chronicles 15:5-7 New King James Version (NKJV) - And in those times there was no peace to the one who went out, nor to the one who came in, but great turmoil was on all the inhabitants of the lands. So nation was destroyed by nation, and city by city, for God troubled them with every adversity. But you, be strong and do not let your hands be weak, for your work shall be rewarded!”

We are all concerned about the safety and security of our children as they attend classes everyday at school. As parents, we pray that the world is safe and that freedom means that our children are free to attend class to get an education without fear of death, and so now we ask, is this what freedom feels like?

I Hope You Dance

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In my quiet moments, I am reminded of Lee Ann Womack's song with the following lyrics and my prayer for my family and friends.  
 
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance - - I hope you dance
Posted by James Harshaw

Remembering Langston Hughes During Black History Month

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I was recently reminded of a poem that I studied in the 7th grade. A new and dear friend read the poem to me and Pastor Davis on the way to an interview during Black History Month. It is a very powerful reminder of what I felt in 1967, and here we are in 2018 and the words are just as powerful.  Here are a few of the lines, but please search for it on the internet and sit quietly and read "Let America Be America Again", a poem written in 1935 by American poet Langston Hughes. I am embarrassed that, at this time the words still ring true to me. 

...O, let America be America again —
The land that never has been yet —
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine — the poor man's, Indian's,
Negro's, ME —
Who made America…
Posted by Connie Harshaw