So, let me get this straight: Black men are hotter than non-black men, and black women are so disgusting that nobody thinks we’re attractive?
I’m not one to wear tin foil hats, but this black- woman bashing is starting to look like a pile on.
The Gospel of Inclusion is the exciting and liberating news that in the finished work of the cross, Jesus redeemed the entire world to God from the cosmic and organic sin imposed upon it by Adam, the original man.
The memorial service at Chicago’s Arie Crown Theater ended with Aretha Franklin, the former Mahalia acolyte who went on to become “Lady Soul,” wrapping herself around “Precious Lord.” When it was over the audience applauded, unusual reaction at a funeral, but not everyone approved. You don’t cross over to the pop music field, you defect, as R&B superstar Sam Cooke found whenever he joined his old gospel group, the Soul Stirrers, for a song and a voice from the crowd would invariably yell, “Get that blues singer off the stage!
But first there would be songs, untamed by social order, from a dignified, 260-pound African American queen who contorted her face, jerked her body and chomped on lyrics as if a legacy of suffering flowed through her. Could any name better fit the physical and spiritual embodiment of Mother Church? The church has long provided a sanctuary for those who wish to express their blackness in all its glory. That gospel standard would be sung again, four years later, when Jackson, the most powerful black woman in America, passed on at age 60. Franklin of Detroit’s Bethlehem Baptist Church, was one of the most powerful and respected ministers in the country carried little weight with the irascible Martin or other gospel hard liners who believe the spiritual and the secular should always be kept separate.
Twenty years ago a small group of students in the Nashville area committed themselves to Christ in the pursuit of purity.
Little did they know that shortly thereafter there were going to be thousands of additional students join them in what came to be known as the movement of True Love Waits.
“Well, my soul looks back and wonders how I got over.” Like most gospel performances, the song grew in intensity with each verse and the crowd’s response built from murmur to “Amen! It took several minutes for the energized crowd of 200,000 to settle down, then Dr. “I have a dream,” the Civil Rights leader intoned, “that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave-owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.” After that historic speech, the crowd joined arms and sang “We Shall Overcome,” an update of the old gospel song “I’ll Overcome.” It was appropriate that the Civil Rights movement adopt as its soundtrack a style of music rooted in the African American struggle against opression. It was at his funeral in 1968 and the song, second only to “Amazing Grace” in the hearts of black churchgoers, was “Precious Lord, Take My Hand,” written by Thomas A. After his wife had passed away in childbirth in 1932 and his newborn son died days later, Dorsey sought comfort at the piano and the beautiful song about going forward from tragedy just overcame the writer, as all great compositions do.