We are the faithful.
Our belief is born of necessity and earned by experience.
The path to freedom, blazed by the substance of things hoped for.
This faith is not philosophical or theoretical;
It is the sustenance that has nurtured our very existence.
Cramped cargo, stripped naked, shackled together,
marinated in the foul diseased stench of feces, sweat, blood, and death,
stacked in spoon fashion for days on end,
it's faith that filtered the putrid air of the Middle Passage
and faith that has sustained us through oppression.
It was faith that fostered our spirits through generations of mental and physical abuse.
We’ve not only survived, but thrived, kept alive on faith.
Your reflection is the very evidence of God’s grace.