As our voices filled the sanctuary, I became overcome, no pun intended, with emotion.
When I thought about how far African Americans have come in this country – coming in as slaves and now witnessing the second inauguration of the first Black President – it takes my breath away. Little did those American slaves and those oppressed by peonage and those held down by Jim Crow could ever know that this day would happen.
They hoped, cried and prayed that we would overcome. In that church service, I was thanking God for His answered prayers that we did.
As African Americans aren’t where we ought to be, but thank God we aren’t where we were.