My Best Friend: My Youth Pastor

Nick is a person who always tells something I want to hear, even though it is not always that I want to hear. He is not only my young pastor but also one of my best friends. If he said something, he is that person, you can always count on it as being true. If he says that he wants to do something, he will do it. When I was fourteen I did a lot about what I thought I should always walk around and do not. One day a friend Devin invited me to church, but initially I did not want to come, but decided not to go after that.

I grew quietly without thinking about it. My mother is a secretary of the Baptist church, and I lead the worship team to the first grader in high school. My young pastor is one of my best friends. I believe in the walls of God and my parents, friends, and my house. Everything is at your fingertips, it is simple and touching. I told her I would like to be a writer. She told me that I am very smart, and of course I will become a writer. I wrote twelve lines of rhymes rhyming in three days, it is an abstract maze. I read it many times until I remember it. In high school English courses, I was wasting my own poet, but after the publisher was found I chant this poem in 12th grade English soon. Shortly thereafter, I began studying the first novel, the 17th century Huguenot, who fled the Inquisition officer.

Pastor Willis Pork and my best friend 's father often visit me during these strategies and pray. I became a Christian during recovery. I accepted baptism and preached my first sermon as a high school teenager in a black church. My son Willis Rev. Polk, I visited HBCU together in 1996, and we know that Morehouse College in Atlanta is our only place. We like it. Again, this is not sneakingly invading me as a Caucasian who is sneaking into the Morehouse. I am 17 years old, and my ethnic identity is fully formed. I know who I am. I spend it in my life, not merely appropriating or camouflaging. Through this process, my mother and I have self-evident understanding of my race. In a sense, her past is forbidden to me, I also want to know the details of the people she slept in January 1979, and I will proceed with good faith. I do not care from my heart, I divided it deeply into my heart. I will do your best