The black church represents—more often than not—a time where the pulpit is laced with bulls*** and the pews and are filled with few. The disconnectedness in faith and freedom prompts the question: is the black church slain in the spirit or out for the count?
Every whisper Of every waking hour I’m Choosing my confessions Michael Stipe, R.E.M. God is cool. I totally dig the G-man and his son J-doG. I guarantee that at least half of you are at this very moment calling me a crass douchebag and preparing to close this window. If that’s what you want to […]