Most people are unaware that I owe my life in Christ to a black man. It was a black man that welcomed me into a Gospel Choir when I first became curious about music. It was that same black man that not only taught me how to sing, but how to worship. There were black men in that choir that embraced me every Sunday as I began to explore this thing called Christianity.

I Owe My Life In Christ To A Black Man

It was a black man that pointed me to God in prayer and devotion before I even knew who God was.  It was a black man that consistently shared the gospel with me, week in and week out.  It was a black man that prudently taught me from the Bible and invited me to give my life to Jesus.  It was a black man that eventually lead me in prayer as I received Christ. 

I Owe My Life In Christ To A Black Man

In all of my interactions with these black brothers in Christ, I never once heard a racial slur proceed from their mouths. I only wish I could say the same for my white brothers.

Today there are black men in my church.  They model the love of Christ to my family and I.  They share the pulpit with me.  They welcome me with the warmest of embraces. 

There are indeed other men and women who do the same; men and women that display a beautiful array of skin color, but with all that’s going on in the world today, you need to know…

I Owe My Life In Christ To A Black Man