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Strong Roots, A Remarkable Heritage

Today, I, along with my church family attended the National Museum of African  American History & Culture. I have never been so proud of the accomplishments we have made as a people created in the image of God. Through our faith, we have overcome some insurmountable challenges and difficulties. Until faith has been tested, how does one know that it is more valuable than gold or if it can be tried?

From the Green Book, to the traditional art form of Stepping, inventions, actors and actresses, preachers, political figures, children fighting for their right to a quality education, the right to vote, and how we as African Americans are still striving for generations to come.

I have this new found respect and reverence for those that have paved the way for my right to attend higher education. I have not only graduated from high school, but earned two master's degrees and currently earning a doctorate. I have the ability to vote when my ancestors were denied access to exercise their right or even treated as a human being.

I have a greater appreciation and Lord please forgive me for the times I have taken these liberties for granted because someone had to lay down their life to pay a debt for equality, a debt for justice, a debt for the sins that were owed. Ultimately, Jesus Christ's life of self-sacrifice was the archetype for many African-Americans that gave no thought to their life but counted up the cost and was willing to lay down their lives, be imprisioned, hung from a tree, just so future generations can have hope through a faith that was tried by fire and was able to withstand!

I'm so grateful to God for my rich heritage and culture. I'm so grateful for my faith in Christ Jesus that gives me hope beyond the grave and the opportunity to experience the goodness of the Lord in thr land of the living!

Lord God I thank you!
Diamonds, you have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord..........
Don't ever forget that!
Don't ever forger where you came from.....

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