Juneteenth: A Celebration of Freedom Rooted in Faith
A Note: This is cross posted from my church’s website. Juneteenth. It might be a new federal holiday, but for many Black folks, it’s been a day of celebration...
From an early age, I faced significant medical challenges. Born three months early, I developed Retinopathy of Prematurity, which left me without sight in my right eye. Technology and medical practices were not what they are today, and my parents had to navigate a world of uncertainty and difficult choices.
As a child, I wore thick glasses and struggled with nearsightedness, limited peripheral vision, and depth perception issues. My parents tried various treatments to strengthen my weak eye, including patching my good eye, which often led to me crawling into walls and crying. Despite these efforts, my vision remained limited.
Living with blindness meant that darkness was a constant part of my life, but it also became a teacher. It taught me resilience and patience. I learned to adapt and find my way, even in literal and metaphorical darkness.
My earliest memories of faith come from this time. Despite the challenges, my childhood was filled with moments of light and hope, particularly through my experiences at church. Mrs. Lindsay, my Sunday School teacher, played a significant role in nurturing my early faith. She taught us the basic Bible stories, led us in singing children’s Bible songs, and made us feel valued and loved.
One of my earliest memories growing up was at Christmastime. I was somewhere in the house that I grew up in, with my mom and dad. It was Christmastime because I remember the silver icicle tinsel on the Christmas tree. Shortly after, my parents divorced, and my life became a series of transitions between two households.
Church became a haven during these formative years. When everything else in my life seemed unstable, church provided a sense of continuity and stability. It was a place where I knew what to expect, with its liturgy, familiar prayers, and a community that welcomed me.
As a child navigating the complexities of a divided family, church offered a sanctuary. The friends I made in youth group and the leaders who took an interest in me provided support and guidance. These relationships were crucial during a time when I often felt torn between two worlds.
Many people experience early life challenges that shape their faith and resilience. Whether it’s dealing with a medical condition, navigating family dynamics, or facing other personal struggles, these experiences can be formative. They teach us to find light in the dark, to seek out stability amidst chaos, and to rely on faith and community for support.
Think back to a time in your own life when you faced significant challenges. Perhaps it was during your childhood or adolescence, dealing with a family situation, a health issue, or another personal trial. How did these experiences shape your understanding of faith and hope? What sources of light and stability did you find during these times?
For me, these early experiences taught me that darkness isn’t something to fear but to understand and navigate. They showed me the importance of community and the power of faith in providing hope and light, even in the darkest times.
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