I see you in the church pew amongst the sea of black, brown and beige bodies at the age of 6 or 7 dangling your feet to the sway of the music. I notice how your eyes linger on your blink as the singer holds a soaring note invoking the Spirit of God to come here now. How your head rolls to the right and your eyes slowly open, as if in a everlasting trance of a single moment, when the singer gasps for the breath to sing on. I see how you jump to your feet to clap a syncopated rhythm in response to the choir’s exuberant gospel refrain. And just last week I felt your heart yearn as your soul responded to the spiritual you are way too young to knowingly sing truthfully, “Nobody Knows the Trouble I Seen.” And yet the furrow of your brow told me that you will know of what you sing.
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Sucker Punched
By the way, let’s clear up a couple of things. Mr. Beck…
