Soliloquy of an Ancestor Whisperer

My 3rd Great Grandparents - my Grandpa Church was born into slavery and joined the Union Army during the Civil War.

In a world where we arbitrarily place people on pedestals that they are unworthy of.

We wander aimlessly on the rails of our lives, suffocating from our lack of supplication.

The carnality of idolatry imprisons those with the least to gain and the most to lose.

The pursuit of worthy shoulders on which we can establish a lasting foundation is often viewed as a fools errand.

When I realized that I was the son of those who refused to die.

Those who stubbornly rejected entreaties to abdicate their faith and elected to continue down uncertain paths, ensuring that I could stand.

It was clear that the path to God’s face was through the steps that they took.

Accordingly, I stand at the shores of my ancestors tribulations and triumphs, looking out.

In an ongoing effort to be worthy.


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