I love and appreciate the religious and spiritual training I recieved as a child growing up, Southern Black Baptist, straight out of the tobacco fields of Southeastern North Carolina.
I remember the church services of my youth in the small country churches in the quietness of Brunswick County,NC.
I remember the powerful preachers that traveled the county to hold services at the small churches throughout the county.
When my parents migrated north to Baltimore in the late 1950's they brought that same culture with them to the big city.
So when I think of the Black Church my ideal and memory are those of my youth,that church now has a crack in it's foundation.
As I travel the streets of Black Pittsburgh every morning at 5am,the hope for the future looks dim.
Most of the people I see don't seem to know which way is up or down!
I pass the women on the corners selling their bodies to the first car that stops.
I pass the drug dealer peddling his or her wares with Pittsburgh's men and women in blue ignoring it all.
I pass at least ten churchs out of my community on my way to work and all of them are closed except for Sunday morning.
Some are monster size churchs with thousands of members,other are small store front churchs with as few as twenty members,but they are all closed.
The Black Minister was the backbone of my community and I want to still see him as that.
The real world tells me that day and time has passed me by and it's time to get real about the church I love so much.
What is it about a man or woman who would take a title such as preacher and use that postion to pimp and exploit the very people you are charged to direct?