The Hearts and Eyes of the Church Are Open
As strong as our walls may appear to be; there are powers that would challenge them. Ways we try to protect our hearts that usually prove to be unsuccessful, yet we try. I have been a member of the church since I was a child. I blindly and boldly followed those who led me. As I matured in age and faith I learned to separate the truth of the Word from the chaff of personal preference, systemic practices, and cultural influenced evolution. Eventually, like scales falling from my eyes another realm was reached. Taken captive by the truly evident freedom of spiritual awakening that I experienced at churches not bound by cultural oppression masked as depth of piety. This new platform was found in a predominantly white evangelical church. My faith was challenged by a doctrine that empowered me as a deity because Christ engrafted me. In contrast with the treatment of earthly vessels not worthy to be heard. The juxtapose position that I faced because my earthly temple was adorned in d