This is always the time when journalists are put to the test about their morals and values: Will you write about your love for GOD and his son Jesus Christ? Do you believe in The Messiah? I remember as a child being brought up in the Pentecostal Faith. I watched people speak in tongues, dance, and then listened to the preacher say many times that Jesus was coming back.
Today, I understand why everyone has to know Jesus for themselves and why the church members were worshipping his greatness. My foundation has never left. I’m stronger in my faith today. I remember when we met. I was fifteen years old and thrust into the world with no parents to guide me.
Jesus provided me with guardians to watch over my life — that is why I’m alive today and can write about it. I could be in a shelter, hospital, on drugs, or dead this morning. I’m not going to say that the road has been easy. What I can say… I know that Jesus exists. The dude walks with me every day and holds my hand. I felt like waking up early and professing my love for him.
I don’t know if I could have chilled with Peter and Judas at the same table, all the while knowing that one would deny me, and the other would play a huge role in my death. When I read about this story and his grace.. all I can say is, “Something about the name Jesus!”
My Homeboy, My Ace, and My Best Friend: He Has Risen.