Race matters. It certainly matters to God. Join Brother John as he shares how an experience with an older African-American congregation reminded him of God’s heart for racial reconciliation.
One week before winter classes would begin I participated in a basketball tournament. If anyone knows me, they know that I LOVE playing basketball. I’ve played the game for as long as I can remember. I’ll probably continue to play until the Good Lord takes me home. Playing in this tournament was nothing new. Then it happened. I jumped up for a rebound and landed on top of someone’s foot. I rolled my ankle badly. I could barely walk. So I did what any 18 year old kid would have done. I kept playing until the final buzzer. I got back to my dorm room later and my ankle was the size of a softball. Something was wrong. I went to the doctor. Sure enough, I had fractured a bone in my ankle.
I had enrolled in a basketball and fitness class at Morehouse College for the winter semester. The first day of class I showed up with my crutches, dreading attending the class without being able to play the sport I love. The instructor walked up to me and said,
“Son, you aren’t going to be able to do anything on those crutches. Come see me after class.”