Still I Rise..
" You may write me down in history with your bitter lies, You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise........"--Maya Angelou
As the African Methodist Episcopal Church (AMEC) embarks on its 203rd year of existence it's some things we should observe. For one, Bishop Richard Allen founder of the African Methodist Episcopal was born on Valentine's day in 1760. We also observe February as Black History Month. Who would have thought the oldest black denominational church would be celebrating it's Founders Day in the month observed for love and Black History Month.
As a people trials and hardships are a clear understatement of what we've been through. Yet, we still rise. Through poverty and segregation, we rise. Phillis Wheatley, first black female poet at the age of 12, states in one of her poems that ' Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, taught my benighted soul to understand that there's a God, that there's a Savior too.' Even in our pain we understand that God can and will make a way. Trouble Never Last Always. As we celebrate our African American History as a people although ther are things that are still a strugge, we will contnue to rise. AND STILL I RISE!