A bitch adores gospel music. I was raised in a traditional black Baptist church and have a deep connection with the music of faith even though I no longer recognize the pulpit politics that now reign supreme behind church walls.
Somehow…somewhere…the church of my youth was high-jacked by overtly homophobic money hungry freaks who preach the gospel of denial rather than The Word, which is love.
Some may ask me why I moved away from the church but I question why the church moved away from me.
Yet gospel music remains the testimony of the church I used to know and love.
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
Of the encouragement that has been replaced by judgment…
I’m tired, I’m weak, I’m ‘lone
Through the storm, through the night
Of the inspiration that has been replaced by humiliation...
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord, lead me home
Of the never faltering love offered to all people that has been replaced by the prosperity gospel and the language of “us” and “those people”.
I’ve learned to keep the faith through the music as I've learned to keep my distance…
…which is a lesson the Obama camp is learning the hard way.